Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Libya and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Gladiators to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tom Boy,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Moon,
Fluxion,
Vladislav Delay,
T.S.O.L.,
John Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Symarip,
the Bar-Kays,
Jawbox,
Piero Umiliani,
Fugazi,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sound,
Zero Boys,
Infiniti,
The Trojans,
Buzzcocks,
Boredoms,
Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Laurel Aitken,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tommy Roe,
Pole,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angry Samoans,
Nik Kershaw,
Das Ding,
Don Cherry,
Yellowson,
Echospace,
Radiohead,
the Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
June Days,
Crash Course in Science,
David Axelrod,
Flamin' Groovies,
Darondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moss Icon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gap Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cybotron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Janne Schatter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lungfish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
DNA,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.