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 Saudi Arabia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Main Source to the grime 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young,
Curtis Mayfield,
Iggy Pop,
The Toasters,
Carl Craig,
Nick Fraelich,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lower 48,
Eli Mardock,
The Five Americans,
Delon & Dalcan,
L. Decosne,
Drive Like Jehu,
These Immortal Souls,
Hardrive,
The Stooges,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gong,
Das Ding,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harmonia,
Hoover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shuggie Otis,
Saccharine Trust,
Donny Hathaway,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cluster,
ABBA,
Section 25,
Skarface,
Nico,
Mission of Burma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pretty Things,
Rufus Thomas,
Ludus,
Darondo,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tommy Roe,
Supertramp,
D'Angelo,
Yaz,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gun Club,
Sixth Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harry Pussy,
Ituana,
Bad Manners,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed,
Colin Newman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.