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 Indonesia 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Max Romeo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Magazine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marine Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Womack,
The Misunderstood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Prince Buster,
The Slits,
Grauzone,
Soulsonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-102,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quantec,
Carl Craig,
John Holt,
Dawn Penn,
D'Angelo,
Todd Terry,
Chrome,
The Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Theoretical Girls,
Visage,
Crime,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The United States of America,
The Fall,
The Walker Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Livin' Joy,
La Düsseldorf,
Mission of Burma,
Mandrill,
The Evens,
Ossler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Josef K,
Wire,
New Order,
Max Romeo,
The Raincoats,
Tubeway Army,
Little Man,
Fluxion,
Robert Hood,
Boz Scaggs,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Saints,
Sam Rivers,
Surgeon,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.