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 Ireland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Unwound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Panda Bear,
Thompson Twins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blossom Toes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Clarke,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Sherman,
Alison Limerick,
Khruangbin,
Basic Channel,
Hasil Adkins,
The Music Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Jacques Brel,
FM Einheit,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra,
Steve Hackett,
The Velvet Underground,
Procol Harum,
China Crisis,
U.S. Maple,
Colin Newman,
Technova,
Wolf Eyes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mantronix,
The Neon Judgement,
Loose Ends,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Near,
Warsaw,
June of 44,
Television Personalities,
Bill Wells,
Robert Hood,
Kayak,
Prince Buster,
Marc Almond,
DJ Sneak,
Young Marble Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Au Pairs,
Radio Birdman,
Tim Buckley,
Henry Cow,
Brass Construction,
Charles Mingus,
The Litter,
Zero Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeru the Damaja,
CMW,
The J.B.'s,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.