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 United Kingdom and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 John Cale to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Fad Gadget,
Basic Channel,
The Index,
The Vogues,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moleskins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Busters,
Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sight & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cal Tjader,
Main Source,
The J.B.'s,
Toni Rubio,
Black Bananas,
The Barracudas,
MDC,
Scan 7,
Ronnie Foster,
Camouflage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Lower 48,
Deadbeat,
Negative Approach,
Liliput,
Youth Brigade,
Royal Trux,
Unrelated Segments,
Grauzone,
Q65,
Piero Umiliani,
The Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ossler,
Matthew Halsall,
Sound Behaviour,
The Motions,
Scion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Parry Music,
Eli Mardock,
Pagans,
Arcadia,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hoover,
Underground Resistance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ituana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The New Christs,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.