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 New Zealand and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Velvet Underground to the electroclash 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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
The Durutti Column,
Wolf Eyes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eden Ahbez,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heaven 17,
Cecil Taylor,
The Music Machine,
B.T. Express,
The Toasters,
Soul II Soul,
kango's stein massive,
Sonic Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mission of Burma,
Nirvana,
The Angels of Light,
Kayak,
MDC,
Eric B and Rakim,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Morten Harket,
Fela Kuti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cluster,
Godley & Creme,
Black Pus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doors,
Joe Finger,
Whodini,
Leonard Cohen,
Masters at Work,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sällskapet,
The Count Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tom Boy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spandau Ballet,
the Swans,
Charles Mingus,
Lyres,
Archie Shepp,
Black Bananas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aloha Tigers,
Susan Cadogan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.