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 Switzerland and from New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rap 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Drexciya,
Kaleidoscope,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Busters,
The New Christs,
Chris & Cosey,
Grey Daturas,
Ludus,
Fatback Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fire Engines,
The Fall,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ossler,
Colin Newman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Albert Ayler,
the Germs,
Infiniti,
The Red Krayola,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Green,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Sheep,
La Düsseldorf,
Parry Music,
Talk Talk,
Severed Heads,
Graham Central Station,
Radio Birdman,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blues Magoos,
MDC,
LL Cool J,
DJ Sneak,
Gichy Dan,
The Sound,
Sällskapet,
Outsiders,
Tubeway Army,
The Fugs,
Morten Harket,
Sam Rivers,
The Trojans,
Buzzcocks,
Simply Red,
Fear,
Radiohead,
Warsaw,
Faraquet,
Ken Boothe,
In Retrospect,
Marvin Gaye,
Mandrill,
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.