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 Brunei and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cure to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Lydon,
Delta 5,
Lindisfarne,
The Wake,
John Holt,
Max Romeo,
Nirvana,
Whodini,
Fluxion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Toni Rubio,
Moss Icon,
a-ha,
Scion,
The J.B.'s,
Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Birthday Party,
The Skatalites,
The Residents,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Görl,
The Gories,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerri Chandler,
Unrelated Segments,
The Barracudas,
Buzzcocks,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Bourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Guru Guru,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Sonics,
Cybotron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eli Mardock,
JFA,
The Gap Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moody Blues,
Yazoo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Axelrod,
Al Stewart,
Ice-T,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stetsasonic,
Franke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.