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 Serbia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Blues Magoos to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Skaos,
Clear Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Lynne,
Crooked Eye,
John Holt,
The Misunderstood,
Theoretical Girls,
Al Stewart,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Slick Rick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Outsiders,
the Sonics,
CMW,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
Hashim,
Pierre Henry,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Depeche Mode,
Jacob Miller,
Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül II,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Desert Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thompson Twins,
Urselle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drive Like Jehu,
Godley & Creme,
Kas Product,
Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Mills,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wings,
World's Most,
Judy Mowatt,
Bauhaus,
Neu!,
Silicon Teens,
The Real Kids,
Archie Shepp,
Byron Stingily,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Inner City,
Sandy B,
Scan 7,
The Names,
Funky Four + One,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.