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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Mark Hollis,
The Beau Brummels,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Hill,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Pus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Zeros,
Stiv Bators,
Joyce Sims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gladiators,
John Coltrane,
Pole,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sexual Harrassment,
Au Pairs,
Nils Olav,
Erasure,
Joy Division,
Basic Channel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Buzzcocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agitation Free,
Grauzone,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Dolphy,
Lower 48,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Hood,
The Grass Roots,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Rites of Spring,
Fad Gadget,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wolf Eyes,
Unwound,
Eurythmics,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Starr,
Man Parrish,
Surgeon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Cymande,
Ultravox,
Television,
the Association,
The Associates,
a-ha,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.