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 Hungary and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 K-Klass to the techno 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Buckinghams,
Loose Ends,
R.M.O.,
Boredoms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James White and The Blacks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bob Dylan,
These Immortal Souls,
ABBA,
Brand Nubian,
The Techniques,
The Grass Roots,
Y Pants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rod Modell,
The Angels of Light,
Shoche,
Ken Boothe,
The Birthday Party,
The Neon Judgement,
Rosa Yemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Jawbox,
Sandy B,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Von Mondo,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Freddie Wadling,
Wolf Eyes,
The Remains,
Cameo,
Soulsonic Force,
Simply Red,
Dual Sessions,
The Gories,
The Last Poets,
Skriet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
In Retrospect,
Rapeman,
A Certain Ratio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Names,
Unwound,
Marine Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Divine Comedy,
Tommy Roe,
The Dead C,
Toni Rubio,
Absolute Body Control,
The Velvet Underground,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Parry Music,
Black Flag,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.