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 Togo and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maurizio,
Tim Buckley,
Desert Stars,
Gang Green,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fall,
Lakeside,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tubeway Army,
Underground Resistance,
Stetsasonic,
The Monochrome Set,
June Days,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott Heron,
Iggy Pop,
L. Decosne,
The Motions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rites of Spring,
The Velvet Underground,
Boz Scaggs,
Subhumans,
The Move,
Bootsy Collins,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Panda Bear,
Talk Talk,
Pantaleimon,
Intrusion,
La Düsseldorf,
Khruangbin,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Max Romeo,
Josef K,
Reagan Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Symarip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barbara Tucker,
Supertramp,
Inner City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agent Orange,
Loose Ends,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Godley & Creme,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.