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 Ireland and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-102 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
B.T. Express,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eddi Front,
Section 25,
Sister Nancy,
The Residents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donald Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fat Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Carl Craig,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eden Ahbez,
The Velvet Underground,
Dave Gahan,
Khruangbin,
Mr. Review,
Dark Day,
Ossler,
Ronan,
Half Japanese,
Malaria!,
Pussy Galore,
Kaleidoscope,
The Grass Roots,
Icehouse,
Livin' Joy,
the Germs,
Andrew Hill,
Black Pus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unwound,
Jawbox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Procol Harum,
Franke,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül,
Derrick Morgan,
Faust,
Lalann,
The Birthday Party,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
These Immortal Souls,
New York Dolls,
Colin Newman,
Hoover,
R.M.O.,
Boredoms,
Swell Maps,
Popol Vuh,
Intrusion,
Au Pairs,
LL Cool J,
Agitation Free,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.