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 Paraguay and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Associates to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Steve Hackett,
Anthony Braxton,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sonics,
The Fugs,
Fugazi,
Main Source,
Crooked Eye,
Rapeman,
The Selecter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moby Grape,
The Happenings,
Motorama,
Aswad,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Rundgren,
Babytalk,
EPMD,
Tres Demented,
Isaac Hayes,
Danielle Patucci,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Little Man,
Essential Logic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Hill,
LL Cool J,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kaleidoscope,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed,
Clear Light,
Nas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radio Birdman,
Excepter,
Whodini,
Morten Harket,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harmonia,
Masters at Work,
Sonny Sharrock,
cv313,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fatback Band,
Intrusion,
FM Einheit,
The Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Zero Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Terry Callier,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funky Four + One,
Dark Day,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.