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 Angola and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 F. McDonald to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Accadde A,
48th St. Collective,
Pulsallama,
Audionom,
Los Fastidios,
Lyres,
kango's stein massive,
Ultra Naté,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minnie Riperton,
David Axelrod,
Amazonics,
Archie Shepp,
Erykah Badu,
Monolake,
Y Pants,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Starr,
Radio Birdman,
Chris Corsano,
Soulsonic Force,
Intrusion,
Bobby Womack,
The Slits,
The Remains,
The Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Grass Roots,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra,
Yellowson,
X-102,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mandrill,
Matthew Halsall,
Dawn Penn,
Procol Harum,
The Searchers,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonic Youth,
Nas,
the Association,
AZ,
Schoolly D,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sound,
Grauzone,
The Gap Band,
Siglo XX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Human League,
the Human League,
Sun City Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Outsiders,
Judy Mowatt,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.