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 Nicaragua and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 OOIOO to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Quantec,
MDC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Machine,
Liliput,
The Young Rascals,
Juan Atkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harmonia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Circle Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fugazi,
The Trojans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Second Layer,
Howard Jones,
Oneida,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABC,
Barbara Tucker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mummies,
June of 44,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Michelle Simonal,
Negative Approach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Suicide,
Kool Moe Dee,
James White and The Blacks,
Barrington Levy,
ABBA,
Radiohead,
Sarah Menescal,
Minutemen,
Unrelated Segments,
Motorama,
Joe Smooth,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lyres,
Patti Smith,
Bill Wells,
Anthony Braxton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monochrome Set,
the Association,
Marvin Gaye,
Idris Muhammad,
The Techniques,
Au Pairs,
Swell Maps,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.