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 Iceland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Bluetip to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Aswad,
Chris Corsano,
Panda Bear,
Television Personalities,
Fugazi,
Rod Modell,
Nirvana,
Basic Channel,
Zapp,
Soft Machine,
Lyres,
the Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monochrome Set,
John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxy Music,
Guru Guru,
China Crisis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thompson Twins,
Franke,
Shoche,
Skarface,
The Mojo Men,
Supertramp,
Can,
Rotary Connection,
Delta 5,
Urselle,
New Order,
Nas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Litter,
Skaos,
Easy Going,
Adolescents,
The Moleskins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Hill,
Scratch Acid,
Tres Demented,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ohio Players,
Ken Boothe,
Section 25,
Quantec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slick Rick,
MDC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bauhaus,
John Foxx,
The Busters,
Massinfluence,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Grass Roots,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.