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 Malta and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 punk 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sparks,
The Gun Club,
Deepchord,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faust,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Searchers,
Letta Mbulu,
cv313,
Soulsonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Dave Gahan,
John Cale,
Fugazi,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-102,
Al Stewart,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joensuu 1685,
Quantec,
Jacob Miller,
LL Cool J,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sällskapet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Animal Collective,
John Holt,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Khruangbin,
The Leaves,
June Days,
Arthur Verocai,
Mantronix,
Cameo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lindisfarne,
Aswad,
Quadrant,
Half Japanese,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronnie Foster,
Sugar Minott,
Aaron Thompson,
The Move,
Blossom Toes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agent Orange,
Grauzone,
The Modern Lovers,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Near,
EPMD,
Deakin,
Jandek,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.