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 Kyrgyzstan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deepchord to the rap 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Victims,
Blancmange,
Animal Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Scan 7,
Wasted Youth,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moby Grape,
Arab on Radar,
Mr. Review,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Angels of Light,
Warren Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Radiohead,
Dark Day,
The Saints,
Theoretical Girls,
Moss Icon,
Marvin Gaye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tommy Roe,
Boredoms,
The Star Department,
Derrick May,
Toni Rubio,
PIL,
DJ Style,
Unwound,
The Fuzztones,
Accadde A,
A Certain Ratio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sarah Menescal,
The Trojans,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monks,
Goldenarms,
Suicide,
Delta 5,
Quadrant,
Simply Red,
Bobby Womack,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young,
La Düsseldorf,
John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
The Index,
Dead Boys,
Ultra Naté,
X-102,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.