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 Liechtenstein and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the disco 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Robert Wyatt,
Deadbeat,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Invisible,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers,
Peter & Gordon,
Surgeon,
The Fall,
Anakelly,
June Days,
Procol Harum,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Leaves,
Shuggie Otis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
ABC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
L. Decosne,
The Remains,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry's Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric B and Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Yaz,
The Slackers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doors,
Mo-Dettes,
June of 44,
Junior Murvin,
The Cure,
Joy Division,
Trumans Water,
K-Klass,
The Velvet Underground,
The Victims,
Pylon,
Thompson Twins,
Soulsonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Quadrant,
The Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Television,
Black Flag,
Harry Pussy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Banda Bassotti,
Slave,
Main Source,
Bronski Beat,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.