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 Turkmenistan and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Neon Judgement to the rock 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Tommy Roe,
Man Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Section 25,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hot Snakes,
Yusef Lateef,
Mr. Review,
JFA,
Deepchord,
ABC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fela Kuti,
Judy Mowatt,
New Order,
The Durutti Column,
Barrington Levy,
Cal Tjader,
the Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
Jandek,
Rod Modell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Foxx,
Kerri Chandler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonic Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Vainqueur,
The Velvet Underground,
the Slits,
Drexciya,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cramps,
Robert Görl,
Gang Starr,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unrelated Segments,
Toni Rubio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Livin' Joy,
Aloha Tigers,
Stetsasonic,
The Pretty Things,
New York Dolls,
Zapp,
Khruangbin,
The Wake,
Delta 5,
The Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
The Real Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.