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 Seychelles and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skarface to the dance 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Max Romeo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Charles Mingus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slave,
Siglo XX,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra,
Ronnie Foster,
Darondo,
cv313,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gichy Dan,
Symarip,
Blossom Toes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gabor Szabo,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Mills,
the Germs,
Agitation Free,
Blancmange,
Godley & Creme,
Nils Olav,
Unrelated Segments,
China Crisis,
Hasil Adkins,
The Saints,
LL Cool J,
Pussy Galore,
Cybotron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Copeland,
Minny Pops,
Warsaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxette,
Rhythm & Sound,
Japan,
Hot Snakes,
the Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quadrant,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fad Gadget,
The Techniques,
Stockholm Monsters,
Babytalk,
Nik Kershaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Star Department,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sixth Finger,
The Gun Club,
Shoche,
Angry Samoans,
David Axelrod,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sonics,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.