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 Sudan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Animal Collective to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Stooges,
Chris & Cosey,
Von Mondo,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Birthday Party,
Monolake,
Symarip,
Soul II Soul,
ABC,
Man Parrish,
Section 25,
Japan,
Fat Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Inner City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Monks,
David Axelrod,
Excepter,
Yazoo,
Agent Orange,
Altered Images,
Lalann,
Joe Finger,
Bill Near,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Guru Guru,
Schoolly D,
Interpol,
Blancmange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Severed Heads,
The Star Department,
The Gories,
Dark Day,
Wings,
Fela Kuti,
The Kinks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiohead,
Eric B and Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
Joensuu 1685,
Boogie Down Productions,
Das Ding,
Colin Newman,
Intrusion,
The Cowsills,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barry Ungar,
The United States of America,
Masters at Work,
Oneida,
Ossler,
Funky Four + One,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.