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 Peru and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Lee Hazlewood to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Panda Bear,
PIL,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Red Krayola,
U.S. Maple,
Ossler,
The Blackbyrds,
a-ha,
Smog,
Public Enemy,
Radio Birdman,
Black Sheep,
David Axelrod,
Aural Exciters,
Chrome,
Sonic Youth,
The Remains,
Blake Baxter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Icehouse,
Lakeside,
Slick Rick,
Arthur Verocai,
Quando Quango,
Japan,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Nils Olav,
Gastr Del Sol,
K-Klass,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hardrive,
Section 25,
Rites of Spring,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drexciya,
Infiniti,
Agent Orange,
David Bowie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Terry,
Metal Thangz,
Dawn Penn,
Camberwell Now,
Warren Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
OOIOO,
Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
R.M.O.,
Bob Dylan,
Easy Going,
Moby Grape,
Kevin Saunderson,
Whodini,
Skriet,
Basic Channel,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.