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 United States and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ken Boothe 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lebanon Hanover,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Womack,
China Crisis,
Black Sheep,
Scan 7,
Pulsallama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monolake,
Cecil Taylor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Evens,
The Remains,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Los Fastidios,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terry Callier,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Byron Stingily,
Jeru the Damaja,
T. Rex,
Groovy Waters,
the Sonics,
Zero Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Steve Hackett,
The Blues Magoos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Freddie Wadling,
Grey Daturas,
Television,
Peter and Kerry,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Beau Brummels,
Gabor Szabo,
New Order,
The Black Dice,
Marine Girls,
R.M.O.,
Aswad,
Yusef Lateef,
This Heat,
Hardrive,
Rakim,
Bill Near,
Heaven 17,
Hoover,
the Slits,
Von Mondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nils Olav,
Todd Rundgren,
Urselle,
Glenn Branca,
Brass Construction,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.