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 South Africa and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Cheater Slicks to the crunk 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Roxette,
Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
Scientists,
The Red Krayola,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül II,
Hasil Adkins,
The Golliwogs,
MC5,
Rites of Spring,
Hashim,
Procol Harum,
Bob Dylan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vainqueur,
Hoover,
Adolescents,
Wally Richardson,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Music Machine,
Niagra,
Negative Approach,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
David Bowie,
the Germs,
Kerri Chandler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
L. Decosne,
Nick Fraelich,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suicide,
Johnny Clarke,
The Trojans,
June Days,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sparks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quadrant,
The Invisible,
AZ,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Green,
Pantytec,
Erasure,
The Offenders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T. Rex,
10cc,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reuben Wilson,
Mo-Dettes,
Rotary Connection,
The Techniques,
The Beau Brummels,
The Grass Roots,
New Order,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.