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 Mozambique and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pantytec to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Buzzcocks,
Junior Murvin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Red Krayola,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doors,
The Cramps,
The United States of America,
The Move,
E-Dancer,
X-102,
Soul II Soul,
The Moody Blues,
Fluxion,
Reuben Wilson,
John Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronnie Foster,
the Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
The Angels of Light,
Cybotron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blake Baxter,
The Mummies,
Mission of Burma,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Pus,
Gang of Four,
Sugar Minott,
The American Breed,
The Mojo Men,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Sneak,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hot Snakes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Interpol,
ABC,
Bobby Womack,
The Cowsills,
Peter & Gordon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Can,
Unrelated Segments,
Panda Bear,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Real Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sonics,
Royal Trux,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.