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 Hungary and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Girls At Our Best! to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
R.M.O.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blackbyrds,
EPMD,
Traffic Nightmare,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Sneak,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiohead,
Faust,
Avey Tare,
Robert Görl,
Isaac Hayes,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
Rod Modell,
The Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
The Knickerbockers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Banda Bassotti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hot Snakes,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Hood,
Black Sheep,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Fortunes,
Circle Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Blake Baxter,
Fatback Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Metal Thangz,
John Cale,
The Count Five,
Popol Vuh,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eddi Front,
The Mojo Men,
Spandau Ballet,
Panda Bear,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultimate Spinach,
Inner City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June Days,
The Smiths,
Lightning Bolt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crash Course in Science,
Youth Brigade,
Susan Cadogan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sällskapet,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.