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 Niger and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Liliput to the grime 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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The Sonics,
the Human League,
Max Romeo,
Funky Four + One,
Davy DMX,
Lou Christie,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Motions,
Warsaw,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantaleimon,
Minny Pops,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cybotron,
Black Flag,
Bobby Byrd,
Section 25,
Marine Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harmonia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wolf Eyes,
Carl Craig,
The Smiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eli Mardock,
Sparks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Second Layer,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Hill,
OOIOO,
The Divine Comedy,
This Heat,
The Birthday Party,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers,
Supertramp,
Suburban Knight,
Joey Negro,
Unrelated Segments,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Martian,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Glenn Branca,
Dark Day,
Television,
Circle Jerks,
Rakim,
Amazonics,
Sällskapet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chrome,
Quadrant,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.