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 Sierra Leone and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Animal Collective to the grunge 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
the Association,
Surgeon,
The Victims,
Adolescents,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thee Headcoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Au Pairs,
Skarface,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tim Buckley,
Deepchord,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Excepter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
kango's stein massive,
Minny Pops,
Brass Construction,
Lou Christie,
Cal Tjader,
Pussy Galore,
Aloha Tigers,
The Motions,
Subhumans,
Connie Case,
The Stooges,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Circle Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
The Names,
Erasure,
Grauzone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swans,
AZ,
Dave Gahan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Busters,
Trumans Water,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Michelle Simonal,
Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Morten Harket,
Severed Heads,
Pere Ubu,
10cc,
KRS-One,
Oblivians,
Eric Dolphy,
Alton Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Silicon Teens,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.