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 Estonia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Radiopuhelimet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Adolescents,
The Tremeloes,
Altered Images,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Lynne,
The Grass Roots,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Icehouse,
Mandrill,
Don Cherry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Victims,
The Standells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soulsonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Althea and Donna,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marine Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Terry,
Alphaville,
Eddi Front,
JFA,
Ludus,
Juan Atkins,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Essential Logic,
The Gladiators,
kango's stein massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rites of Spring,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aural Exciters,
Mo-Dettes,
Quantec,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang On A Can,
Minny Pops,
Sam Rivers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Index,
Brand Nubian,
U.S. Maple,
Rapeman,
MC5,
Organ,
Wings,
Silicon Teens,
Theoretical Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Machine,
Subhumans,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
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.