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 Fiji and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Smog to the jazz 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Lakeside,
Boz Scaggs,
Skaos,
Sixth Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Parry Music,
Black Moon,
Carl Craig,
This Heat,
K-Klass,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ponytail,
CMW,
The Angels of Light,
Crime,
Moss Icon,
The Durutti Column,
DNA,
PIL,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magma,
Eli Mardock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Bar-Kays,
Wally Richardson,
New Order,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eurythmics,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Sneak,
Minor Threat,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Christie,
Icehouse,
Animal Collective,
Simply Red,
Hashim,
Juan Atkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pylon,
Quando Quango,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Outsiders,
Janne Schatter,
Circle Jerks,
Cluster,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Womack,
The American Breed,
The Gun Club,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacob Miller,
Soul Sonic Force,
Motorama,
the Association,
The Seeds,
Flipper,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Young Rascals,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.