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 Nigeria and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 ABC to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas 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?
Nick Fraelich,
Isaac Hayes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gun Club,
Laurel Aitken,
Livin' Joy,
Public Enemy,
In Retrospect,
Suburban Knight,
Lower 48,
The Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
Althea and Donna,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
AZ,
Gang Green,
Wire,
Man Parrish,
Mr. Review,
Groovy Waters,
Excepter,
The Beau Brummels,
Swans,
Intrusion,
Bluetip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Colin Newman,
Aaron Thompson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rufus Thomas,
Ossler,
Nas,
David McCallum,
Cluster,
Neil Young,
David Axelrod,
Stiv Bators,
JFA,
Nik Kershaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lungfish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Tremeloes,
Eddi Front,
Buzzcocks,
Mad Mike,
Silicon Teens,
Maleditus Sound,
Monks,
Make Up,
The Cowsills,
Kaleidoscope,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Wally Richardson,
The New Christs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.