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 Turkmenistan and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Matthew Halsall to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lyres,
The Trojans,
Section 25,
Intrusion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ohio Players,
Ice-T,
Joy Division,
The Mojo Men,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drive Like Jehu,
The American Breed,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Kinks,
Jandek,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Birthday Party,
Camberwell Now,
Kas Product,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gun Club,
The Sonics,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlback,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerri Chandler,
Con Funk Shun,
David Axelrod,
Mantronix,
The Litter,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultra Naté,
Tres Demented,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Theoretical Girls,
Easy Going,
Alice Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
The Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
Moebius,
Terry Callier,
Yellowson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Stooges,
The Associates,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thee Headcoats,
Mark Hollis,
Ludus,
Altered Images,
Nas,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.