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 Ecuador and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wolf Eyes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Busters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alphaville,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rotary Connection,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Darondo,
The Dead C,
Pole,
Y Pants,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra,
New Age Steppers,
Bauhaus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
The Toasters,
Freddie Wadling,
The Happenings,
In Retrospect,
Grauzone,
Quadrant,
Oneida,
The Residents,
Hot Snakes,
Dave Gahan,
Zapp,
Cheater Slicks,
Severed Heads,
John Holt,
JFA,
Wasted Youth,
Massinfluence,
The Saints,
Excepter,
Nirvana,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Symarip,
Blossom Toes,
Little Man,
Amazonics,
The Offenders,
The Victims,
Reagan Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Bowie,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joy Division,
Zero Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Mars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quantec,
The Leaves,
Sandy B,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.