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 Solomon Islands and from New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Mills,
Lower 48,
Bobby Byrd,
Hoover,
The Leaves,
Excepter,
CMW,
Metal Thangz,
The Selecter,
Moss Icon,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Near,
Darondo,
The Gap Band,
Pylon,
Absolute Body Control,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moebius,
Tom Boy,
Eden Ahbez,
Scratch Acid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Angels of Light,
Don Cherry,
Camberwell Now,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Bananas,
Lee Hazlewood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harry Pussy,
Brand Nubian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Second Layer,
Panda Bear,
Tim Buckley,
the Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Moon,
Arab on Radar,
Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
The Happenings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dead C,
Essential Logic,
AZ,
Freddie Wadling,
Cybotron,
The Young Rascals,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amazonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.