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 Spain and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Panda Bear to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Blossom Toes,
Sparks,
Barrington Levy,
Oneida,
JFA,
Organ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantaleimon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pop Group,
Lungfish,
Angry Samoans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Byrd,
The Stooges,
Mandrill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Accadde A,
Bill Near,
Inner City,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slave,
Carl Craig,
EPMD,
Bush Tetras,
The Grass Roots,
Masters at Work,
Minny Pops,
the Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fugs,
The Velvet Underground,
The Leaves,
Matthew Halsall,
Brass Construction,
The Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Rites of Spring,
Isaac Hayes,
John Foxx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skaos,
Basic Channel,
Khruangbin,
Gang Green,
The Martian,
Banda Bassotti,
Joy Division,
Public Enemy,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul II Soul,
The Mojo Men,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-Ray Spex,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.