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 Portugal and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cybotron to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Steve Hackett,
Isaac Hayes,
Slave,
Moss Icon,
Dawn Penn,
Ice-T,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vainqueur,
Laurel Aitken,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alton Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Finger,
Black Moon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
D'Angelo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flipper,
Amon Düül,
The Searchers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sandy B,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Severed Heads,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Pus,
Rekid,
The Remains,
Maurizio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Buzzcocks,
Morten Harket,
Circle Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wings,
Yellowson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Knickerbockers,
Janne Schatter,
Ken Boothe,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Schoolly D,
Eden Ahbez,
Symarip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.