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 Paraguay and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Country Teasers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Janne Schatter,
The Tremeloes,
The Music Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Smog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sam Rivers,
Funkadelic,
Animal Collective,
Joe Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skaos,
The Moody Blues,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Dolphy,
Piero Umiliani,
John Cale,
X-102,
Blake Baxter,
Siglo XX,
Joyce Sims,
Dead Boys,
The Mummies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Almond,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
KRS-One,
Swell Maps,
Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
Hasil Adkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
L. Decosne,
Y Pants,
B.T. Express,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ossler,
Andrew Hill,
48th St. Collective,
Half Japanese,
Vladislav Delay,
Sound Behaviour,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ornette Coleman,
Lucky Dragons,
Sparks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Loose Ends,
The Raincoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Axelrod,
Kaleidoscope,
Don Cherry,
Dawn Penn,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Normal,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.