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 the UAE and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Todd Rundgren,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Organ,
Alice Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pretty Things,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swans,
Mandrill,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agent Orange,
Half Japanese,
Hoover,
Idris Muhammad,
Flash Fearless,
Massinfluence,
Thompson Twins,
the Bar-Kays,
ABC,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers,
Janne Schatter,
One Last Wish,
La Düsseldorf,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arcadia,
Pantaleimon,
The Mojo Men,
Barry Ungar,
Blake Baxter,
Heaven 17,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eli Mardock,
Skarface,
Skriet,
D'Angelo,
Jacques Brel,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker,
Ornette Coleman,
Deadbeat,
Carl Craig,
Chris & Cosey,
Sam Rivers,
Erykah Badu,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Infiniti,
Kayak,
The Monks,
Fat Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
The Litter,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.