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 Egypt and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Khruangbin to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
The J.B.'s,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fatback Band,
Altered Images,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlback,
The American Breed,
Skaos,
Albert Ayler,
Lalo Schifrin,
K-Klass,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minutemen,
Iggy Pop,
Black Sheep,
New Order,
Zapp,
The Evens,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Christie,
Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Das Ding,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Severed Heads,
the Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Organ,
Main Source,
Schoolly D,
Eve St. Jones,
Franke,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Searchers,
Max Romeo,
Soft Machine,
Bill Near,
Intrusion,
The Tremeloes,
Nils Olav,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
These Immortal Souls,
Agitation Free,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cheater Slicks,
Popol Vuh,
Connie Case,
The Black Dice,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.