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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Animal Collective to the rock 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiohead,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Dolphy,
Alison Limerick,
T. Rex,
Black Sheep,
Warsaw,
Mark Hollis,
Fela Kuti,
Joy Division,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arcadia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mr. Review,
U.S. Maple,
the Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Marvin Gaye,
Massinfluence,
Malaria!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
Y Pants,
The Martian,
Yaz,
Althea and Donna,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Knickerbockers,
Crash Course in Science,
the Germs,
Theoretical Girls,
Adolescents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erasure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yazoo,
Frankie Knuckles,
MC5,
Brand Nubian,
48th St. Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Rundgren,
F. McDonald,
Gang Green,
Nico,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dead C,
Cameo,
Quando Quango,
The New Christs,
Pole,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.