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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 EPMD to the electroclash 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Bluetip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dead Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fat Boys,
The Smiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amazonics,
Bob Dylan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
The American Breed,
The Alarm Clocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Panda Bear,
Faust,
ABBA,
Andrew Hill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dave Gahan,
The Dead C,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agent Orange,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Halsall,
the Normal,
Johnny Clarke,
The Velvet Underground,
The Techniques,
The Fall,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Misunderstood,
Audionom,
the Human League,
Minutemen,
June of 44,
Avey Tare,
Silicon Teens,
Fad Gadget,
Monolake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
Arab on Radar,
The Gladiators,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Wells,
The Slackers,
Lungfish,
Neil Young,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Banda Bassotti,
Siglo XX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy Collins,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.