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 Estonia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 La Düsseldorf to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Names,
Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
Yazoo,
The Standells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The New Christs,
The Stooges,
The Remains,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacob Miller,
The Gap Band,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter & Gordon,
Skarface,
Deepchord,
The Tremeloes,
Pere Ubu,
Warren Ellis,
Pole,
Reuben Wilson,
Prince Buster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultravox,
Mad Mike,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marine Girls,
Bang On A Can,
The Music Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra,
Black Sheep,
Fear,
In Retrospect,
The Wake,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sound,
JFA,
The Saints,
Josef K,
Adolescents,
The Golliwogs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minor Threat,
Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
The Smiths,
Model 500,
LL Cool J,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kas Product,
The Mojo Men,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.