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 Eritrea 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rufus Thomas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Mills,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed,
Basic Channel,
The Fugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spandau Ballet,
Toni Rubio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultra Naté,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Enemy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Misunderstood,
Deadbeat,
Eric Copeland,
Newcleus,
Steve Hackett,
Echospace,
The Evens,
Delta 5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Massinfluence,
Procol Harum,
Deakin,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Near,
Vladislav Delay,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
China Crisis,
Niagra,
The Angels of Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aloha Tigers,
Q65,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Smog,
Gang Green,
U.S. Maple,
Ultravox,
Zero Boys,
Urselle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-101,
the Normal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Stooges,
Essential Logic,
DNA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalann,
Jandek,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.