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 Belarus and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Michael McDonald 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 grime 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Skaos,
The Five Americans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amazonics,
Ultra Naté,
Cymande,
Tom Boy,
The Music Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erasure,
Scientists,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T.S.O.L.,
Niagra,
Marvin Gaye,
Fat Boys,
The Sound,
the Association,
Bobby Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
10cc,
Quantec,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alton Ellis,
Max Romeo,
Little Man,
Cluster,
Suburban Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Model 500,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABC,
The Walker Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Move,
Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Girls At Our Best!,
The J.B.'s,
June Days,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thompson Twins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Pus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Modern Lovers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New York Dolls,
Panda Bear,
Accadde A,
The Saints,
New Order,
Drexciya,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
World's Most,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.