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 Croatia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radio Birdman,
Guru Guru,
Colin Newman,
Marmalade,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül II,
Tomorrow,
Kayak,
the Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The American Breed,
Connie Case,
Letta Mbulu,
Infiniti,
Accadde A,
Desert Stars,
Ituana,
Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun City Girls,
Warsaw,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed,
The Martian,
Pole,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gong,
Archie Shepp,
Swell Maps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Durutti Column,
The Motions,
Brick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABC,
Quantec,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smiths,
Gang Green,
Danielle Patucci,
Rod Modell,
Scion,
The Move,
Au Pairs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lucky Dragons,
Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Franke,
The Standells,
Groovy Waters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Second Layer,
The Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
Crash Course in Science,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.