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 East Timor and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tom Boy to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 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?
The Offenders,
Gang of Four,
Clear Light,
Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
One Last Wish,
The Saints,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zapp,
Neu!,
The Mummies,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Black Flag,
Barry Ungar,
Wasted Youth,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brand Nubian,
Japan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
World's Most,
Bobby Womack,
Peter and Kerry,
PIL,
Jacob Miller,
Dawn Penn,
The Modern Lovers,
Arcadia,
Soft Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Crime,
John Foxx,
The Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Severed Heads,
KRS-One,
Ken Boothe,
Malaria!,
Infiniti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faust,
Country Teasers,
Swell Maps,
Fatback Band,
Minnie Riperton,
The Barracudas,
The Misunderstood,
Subhumans,
The Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiohead,
Ornette Coleman,
Excepter,
Mo-Dettes,
Newcleus,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.