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 Costa Rica and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grime 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Q65,
Unrelated Segments,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gong,
X-102,
Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Fat Boys,
The Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Wire,
Mo-Dettes,
Television Personalities,
New Age Steppers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fortunes,
The Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Monks,
The Five Americans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monochrome Set,
Cecil Taylor,
Niagra,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heaven 17,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
Dennis Brown,
Basic Channel,
Pussy Galore,
Mad Mike,
The Mojo Men,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cymande,
Funky Four + One,
Skriet,
Slave,
Newcleus,
Black Bananas,
Magazine,
John Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.