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 Bangladesh and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
H. Thieme,
Mantronix,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joyce Sims,
Delta 5,
Drexciya,
Hoover,
Boredoms,
The United States of America,
Matthew Halsall,
Mission of Burma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Subhumans,
48th St. Collective,
Bang On A Can,
The Residents,
Josef K,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deakin,
Oneida,
The Modern Lovers,
Tommy Roe,
Scientists,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rod Modell,
Buzzcocks,
Q65,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sixth Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Das Ding,
The Names,
Ken Boothe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
China Crisis,
Byron Stingily,
Joensuu 1685,
Sparks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Trumans Water,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dead Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Easy Going,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Circle Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Isaac Hayes,
Dennis Brown,
Can,
Sonic Youth,
Brick,
Eli Mardock,
John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
Cal Tjader,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.