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 Bhutan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Wings to the techno 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Grass Roots,
Drive Like Jehu,
Make Up,
Bauhaus,
Sun City Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mr. Review,
Bizarre Inc.,
Desert Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Last Poets,
Graham Central Station,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arcadia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Foxx,
Blake Baxter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
a-ha,
David Bowie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dead Boys,
Warsaw,
Sight & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
The Selecter,
June of 44,
Maleditus Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Starr,
Rufus Thomas,
John Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Fraelich,
Ituana,
The Pretty Things,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Order,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lindisfarne,
Don Cherry,
New Age Steppers,
Bad Manners,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oblivians,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deakin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Barracudas,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.