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 Montenegro and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tim Buckley to the grime 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heaven 17,
Funky Four + One,
Brass Construction,
Crime,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sparks,
Charles Mingus,
Theoretical Girls,
Rod Modell,
Al Stewart,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monochrome Set,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nik Kershaw,
Television,
Todd Terry,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül II,
Tres Demented,
The United States of America,
The Fuzztones,
Crooked Eye,
Ossler,
Harry Pussy,
Bang On A Can,
Lower 48,
OOIOO,
Bob Dylan,
Trumans Water,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yaz,
The Moleskins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Second Layer,
The Techniques,
The Trojans,
U.S. Maple,
Davy DMX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Byron Stingily,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fear,
Nils Olav,
The Leaves,
Fatback Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boredoms,
Pantytec,
Leonard Cohen,
The J.B.'s,
Clear Light,
Moebius,
Lou Christie,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.