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 Ecuador and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Erykah Badu to the grunge 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
the Bar-Kays,
Sound Behaviour,
the Germs,
Au Pairs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arcadia,
Con Funk Shun,
Cluster,
The Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Basic Channel,
Babytalk,
Connie Case,
The Blackbyrds,
Lungfish,
Joe Smooth,
Ronan,
Kenny Larkin,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
June Days,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slackers,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Terry,
The Moody Blues,
Yellowson,
the Swans,
Kayak,
Maurizio,
Archie Shepp,
The Pretty Things,
Supertramp,
The Fortunes,
The Victims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Howard Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Half Japanese,
Unrelated Segments,
Moss Icon,
Sugar Minott,
Pantytec,
Radiopuhelimet,
Niagra,
The Cowsills,
Motorama,
Infiniti,
Bang On A Can,
The Offenders,
Moebius,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pop Group,
Joe Finger,
Skriet,
Warsaw,
U.S. Maple,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.