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 Greece and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Reagan Youth to the punk 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Negative Approach,
Desert Stars,
D'Angelo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Don Cherry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crime,
Massinfluence,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
Lou Christie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scion,
The Raincoats,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Halsall,
Crooked Eye,
The Birthday Party,
Hashim,
Q65,
Scott Walker,
Darondo,
Cymande,
Infiniti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vladislav Delay,
Absolute Body Control,
The Busters,
The United States of America,
Arcadia,
the Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Harry Pussy,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül,
a-ha,
PIL,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Niagra,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Young Rascals,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Franke,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
U.S. Maple,
Parry Music,
the Association,
Nirvana,
Index,
Avey Tare,
Au Pairs,
Pantaleimon,
Boredoms,
New Order,
Banda Bassotti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.