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 Sweden and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Animal Collective to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Hardrive,
The Fugs,
Deepchord,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Moon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
B.T. Express,
ABBA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Shadows of Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
Funky Four + One,
Alice Coltrane,
10cc,
Panda Bear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
E-Dancer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Golliwogs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Swans,
Dark Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Danielle Patucci,
Zero Boys,
the Germs,
Make Up,
Don Cherry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ponytail,
Chrome,
Fluxion,
The Smoke,
Bauhaus,
Audionom,
The Searchers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Surgeon,
Vladislav Delay,
Wire,
Unrelated Segments,
Intrusion,
Archie Shepp,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Red Krayola,
Yaz,
Easy Going,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Names,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Barry Ungar,
The Residents,
Mantronix,
The Count Five,
In Retrospect,
Letta Mbulu,
The Knickerbockers,
Arcadia,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.