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 St Lucia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Moody Blues 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Monolake,
The Offenders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Morten Harket,
The Velvet Underground,
Joyce Sims,
The Index,
Rites of Spring,
Qualms,
Talk Talk,
Rosa Yemen,
Josef K,
The Monochrome Set,
K-Klass,
10cc,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Hood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pagans,
David Bowie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suicide,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
Rod Modell,
Eddi Front,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rapeman,
Trumans Water,
Leonard Cohen,
the Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Negative Approach,
The Smoke,
Johnny Clarke,
Main Source,
Yellowson,
Carl Craig,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Darondo,
Nick Fraelich,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barbara Tucker,
Roger Hodgson,
Section 25,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Copeland,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Toasters,
Khruangbin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxette,
Jawbox,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.