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 Azerbaijan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The New Christs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 guitar 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Mission of Burma,
Deepchord,
The Raincoats,
Bauhaus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
H. Thieme,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Invisible,
Jacob Miller,
Dead Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
New York Dolls,
The Five Americans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
Au Pairs,
The Smoke,
Smog,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Joe & The Fish,
LL Cool J,
Aural Exciters,
Peter & Gordon,
Depeche Mode,
Ponytail,
Gang of Four,
Lakeside,
Lyres,
Josef K,
The Cramps,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Slave,
Malaria!,
L. Decosne,
T.S.O.L.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soulsonic Force,
Mandrill,
The Vogues,
Agitation Free,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yazoo,
Scan 7,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eden Ahbez,
Fat Boys,
The Dead C,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warsaw,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronnie Foster,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.