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 Austria and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Gang of Four 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Move,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Fluxion,
Chrome,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Tubeway Army,
Lindisfarne,
Symarip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monochrome Set,
Section 25,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monolake,
Livin' Joy,
The Slits,
Bad Manners,
The Associates,
Ludus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Spandau Ballet,
Joey Negro,
Faust,
The Gap Band,
Pole,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-Ray Spex,
Organ,
Minnie Riperton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Connie Case,
Slave,
Pussy Galore,
Ohio Players,
Colin Newman,
The Buckinghams,
New Age Steppers,
Qualms,
Ronnie Foster,
The Young Rascals,
Zapp,
Eden Ahbez,
Metal Thangz,
Ponytail,
The Fortunes,
Blake Baxter,
Piero Umiliani,
The Motions,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.