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 Egypt and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kayak,
The United States of America,
The Techniques,
Kas Product,
Organ,
Barrington Levy,
Loose Ends,
The Monks,
D'Angelo,
Royal Trux,
Chris Corsano,
Aural Exciters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heaven 17,
Yaz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Parrish,
Lakeside,
The Slackers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pretty Things,
Funkadelic,
June of 44,
John Holt,
Sex Pistols,
Dave Gahan,
Oblivians,
Fatback Band,
The Vogues,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
One Last Wish,
Rakim,
Roxette,
Los Fastidios,
E-Dancer,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Görl,
The Cramps,
The Last Poets,
Marc Almond,
Letta Mbulu,
Mo-Dettes,
Altered Images,
Banda Bassotti,
Wally Richardson,
Youth Brigade,
the Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
Bluetip,
Black Bananas,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smoke,
The Searchers,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.