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 Paraguay and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Guru Guru to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Panda Bear,
Pantaleimon,
The Associates,
Circle Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Last Poets,
Sandy B,
Morten Harket,
Connie Case,
Arcadia,
Bootsy Collins,
Hasil Adkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxy Music,
John Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Carl Craig,
Robert Wyatt,
Moby Grape,
Charles Mingus,
Arab on Radar,
the Swans,
Shoche,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dirtbombs,
Barry Ungar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Talk Talk,
The Fuzztones,
The Skatalites,
Section 25,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Interpol,
Ken Boothe,
Black Sheep,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Banda Bassotti,
Ten City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Inner City,
Warsaw,
Procol Harum,
The Star Department,
T. Rex,
Groovy Waters,
Juan Atkins,
Livin' Joy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gichy Dan,
Angry Samoans,
Tres Demented,
June Days,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agent Orange,
La Düsseldorf,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.