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 Namibia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anthony Braxton,
Tim Buckley,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gap Band,
Babytalk,
Harry Pussy,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crime,
Masters at Work,
The Star Department,
John Foxx,
Vainqueur,
Ronnie Foster,
The Red Krayola,
Das Ding,
Lakeside,
Davy DMX,
Fatback Band,
Black Moon,
The Leaves,
The Misunderstood,
Alison Limerick,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Model 500,
Skriet,
Lyres,
Ralphi Rosario,
Negative Approach,
Goldenarms,
Josef K,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Bourne,
Wire,
Chrome,
The Doors,
The Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter and Kerry,
The Birthday Party,
Livin' Joy,
Make Up,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Smooth,
Cluster,
Swell Maps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dead C,
Brothers Johnson,
Minnie Riperton,
Unwound,
Roxette,
Jacques Brel,
Tears for Fears,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.