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 Equatorial Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Siglo XX 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Teasers,
The Monks,
Agent Orange,
Lungfish,
Eden Ahbez,
Yusef Lateef,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brand Nubian,
The Black Dice,
Davy DMX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Half Japanese,
Porter Ricks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television Personalities,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MC5,
The Knickerbockers,
Make Up,
Symarip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Fraelich,
X-Ray Spex,
Flamin' Groovies,
Organ,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Starr,
Fat Boys,
Morten Harket,
Simply Red,
Fatback Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Warren Ellis,
Zapp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Audionom,
Peter & Gordon,
The Techniques,
Moss Icon,
Nik Kershaw,
Negative Approach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Germs,
Connie Case,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Sheep,
Liliput,
Glenn Branca,
The Searchers,
Tres Demented,
Pylon,
Cameo,
Roxette,
Skaos,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.