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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the techno 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Zero Boys,
Khruangbin,
Lebanon Hanover,
The American Breed,
D'Angelo,
The Invisible,
Unrelated Segments,
The Walker Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
The Sound,
John Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Funky Four + One,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Buckinghams,
Minny Pops,
Tom Boy,
Jerry's Kids,
Panda Bear,
E-Dancer,
Blossom Toes,
World's Most,
Popol Vuh,
Icehouse,
Unwound,
Kas Product,
X-Ray Spex,
Skaos,
Radiopuhelimet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wolf Eyes,
Connie Case,
Janne Schatter,
Letta Mbulu,
Masters at Work,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nirvana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Patti Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minnie Riperton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mark Hollis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sällskapet,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.