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 Haiti and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Standells to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 a synthesizer and a guitar 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Eli Mardock,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fall,
The Searchers,
Marvin Gaye,
Sight & Sound,
Zapp,
Ituana,
Alice Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
The Black Dice,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronnie Foster,
Piero Umiliani,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Supertramp,
Symarip,
Dark Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Carl Craig,
Mr. Review,
Severed Heads,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Sheep,
Steve Hackett,
Moss Icon,
Minny Pops,
The Victims,
Ornette Coleman,
Crooked Eye,
The Moleskins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joey Negro,
X-102,
Bill Wells,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Association,
Agent Orange,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Negative Approach,
10cc,
Nik Kershaw,
June Days,
Scratch Acid,
Darondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Charles Mingus,
Arab on Radar,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fluxion,
Banda Bassotti,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.