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 Iceland and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pretty Things to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Black Bananas,
Joey Negro,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June Days,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cramps,
These Immortal Souls,
Main Source,
Section 25,
Swell Maps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Slick Rick,
Susan Cadogan,
Alice Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Wake,
Altered Images,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Womack,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Max Romeo,
The Slits,
Hashim,
Godley & Creme,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television Personalities,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wire,
Robert Görl,
Gichy Dan,
Harry Pussy,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Hill,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Copeland,
Interpol,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gladiators,
Excepter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Make Up,
The Toasters,
Brand Nubian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Barry Ungar,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül II,
Crash Course in Science,
Kurtis Blow,
Panda Bear,
Parry Music,
Yaz,
DJ Style,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.