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 Lesotho and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Albert Ayler to the punk 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Laurel Aitken,
Porter Ricks,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Lydon,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Christie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ponytail,
Patti Smith,
Black Bananas,
a-ha,
Siglo XX,
The Human League,
Icehouse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Zeros,
Eurythmics,
Graham Central Station,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
Goldenarms,
The Leaves,
John Cale,
The Offenders,
The Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Byron Stingily,
Harry Pussy,
The Associates,
Pylon,
Mad Mike,
AZ,
Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rod Modell,
Heaven 17,
Mr. Review,
Colin Newman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hot Snakes,
Japan,
Slick Rick,
Fatback Band,
Hoover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sam Rivers,
The Residents,
Scion,
Neil Young,
Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
Ronan,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hasil Adkins,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.