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 Suriname and from New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Panda Bear to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Sexual Harrassment,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Womack,
Public Enemy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lyres,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funky Four + One,
K-Klass,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barrington Levy,
Ohio Players,
The Cramps,
Susan Cadogan,
Magma,
U.S. Maple,
The Toasters,
Barry Ungar,
Davy DMX,
Sixth Finger,
Inner City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul II Soul,
Spandau Ballet,
Adolescents,
Tom Boy,
UT,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlback,
D'Angelo,
Fat Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Fluxion,
Archie Shepp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oneida,
Urselle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chrome,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slits,
Malaria!,
Graham Central Station,
Roger Hodgson,
Fela Kuti,
Mo-Dettes,
Saccharine Trust,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Supertramp,
The Star Department,
Japan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pagans,
Subhumans,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.