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 Thailand and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeff Lynne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Womack,
the Slits,
the Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Wings,
Magma,
Roxy Music,
Barry Ungar,
The Standells,
The Detroit Cobras,
Silicon Teens,
The Monks,
Malaria!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
Gang of Four,
Grauzone,
Slave,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Warren Ellis,
David McCallum,
Eve St. Jones,
Quando Quango,
Scratch Acid,
The Index,
Kurtis Blow,
Swell Maps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brand Nubian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aural Exciters,
Davy DMX,
Tears for Fears,
Infiniti,
Tim Buckley,
CMW,
The Gap Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra,
John Coltrane,
Faust,
Janne Schatter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Kinks,
Bobby Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fugs,
Joy Division,
Sonic Youth,
Urselle,
Scrapy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donald Byrd,
Q and Not U,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.