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 Mauritania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Animal Collective to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Mission of Burma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oneida,
Joensuu 1685,
One Last Wish,
Spandau Ballet,
OOIOO,
Bootsy Collins,
Fatback Band,
Vainqueur,
Hashim,
Panda Bear,
MC5,
In Retrospect,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonic Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scrapy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bluetip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camouflage,
Arcadia,
Kaleidoscope,
K-Klass,
Nirvana,
Wings,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Fraelich,
Underground Resistance,
Patti Smith,
The Tremeloes,
The Names,
Roxette,
Cybotron,
Hoover,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül II,
Black Bananas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Sonics,
The American Breed,
Todd Rundgren,
Rekid,
Ken Boothe,
Visage,
Maurizio,
Half Japanese,
Blancmange,
Scion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Los Fastidios,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bad Manners,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Goldenarms,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.