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 Afghanistan 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Man Parrish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fortunes,
Carl Craig,
Pole,
Massinfluence,
The Busters,
The Walker Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Star Department,
Glenn Branca,
Fad Gadget,
Ituana,
Faust,
Organ,
Shuggie Otis,
Lindisfarne,
Fugazi,
Crime,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Zero Boys,
Maurizio,
Stereo Dub,
Los Fastidios,
Siglo XX,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispy Ambulance,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hashim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yaz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pere Ubu,
Fluxion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
The Blackbyrds,
The Remains,
Aural Exciters,
Camberwell Now,
Nation of Ulysses,
L. Decosne,
Radiohead,
Freddie Wadling,
Bluetip,
Model 500,
John Lydon,
Main Source,
New York Dolls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brick,
Public Enemy,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visage,
The Toasters,
Mars,
Blake Baxter,
The Kinks,
The Mummies,
Neu!,
Half Japanese,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.