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 Cyprus and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Invisible,
Siglo XX,
the Fania All-Stars,
Malaria!,
The Stooges,
The Pretty Things,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra,
Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Lynne,
the Normal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Susan Cadogan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Letta Mbulu,
Rod Modell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Victims,
Nico,
Joy Division,
Eddi Front,
PIL,
The Searchers,
Donald Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moody Blues,
Black Moon,
Boredoms,
Sonic Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Supertramp,
Joe Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
Morten Harket,
Nas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lakeside,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television Personalities,
Hot Snakes,
Camberwell Now,
Judy Mowatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Yellowson,
Man Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moleskins,
Niagra,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quantec,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.