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 Switzerland and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gastr Del Sol to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Skarface,
The Skatalites,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cybotron,
The Raincoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Pus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bad Manners,
Iggy Pop,
Average White Band,
Swell Maps,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dead C,
Desert Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
the Sonics,
Agitation Free,
Scion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cheater Slicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eve St. Jones,
The Misunderstood,
Wire,
Pussy Galore,
Mars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sister Nancy,
Drexciya,
Ludus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brick,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Susan Cadogan,
The Searchers,
In Retrospect,
Subhumans,
Parry Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Evens,
The Knickerbockers,
The Angels of Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Lyres,
Josef K,
UT,
ABBA,
The New Christs,
Judy Mowatt,
New York Dolls,
Eli Mardock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Royal Trux,
Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.