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 Malta and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rotary Connection to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a 808 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doors,
Underground Resistance,
The Fortunes,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bronski Beat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Khruangbin,
Yazoo,
The Leaves,
Dawn Penn,
Spandau Ballet,
Erasure,
DJ Style,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
B.T. Express,
Derrick May,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fugs,
June of 44,
Carl Craig,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Gabor Szabo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Raincoats,
Ohio Players,
Eli Mardock,
MC5,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mojo Men,
Marshall Jefferson,
T.S.O.L.,
Joy Division,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rosa Yemen,
Subhumans,
Second Layer,
the Association,
Deakin,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
David McCallum,
The United States of America,
Dave Gahan,
The Count Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
World's Most,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heaven 17,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.