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 Bolivia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Tubeway Army to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a synthesizer and a snare 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Rosa Yemen,
The Real Kids,
The Zeros,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The American Breed,
Sound Behaviour,
Thompson Twins,
Soul II Soul,
Yellowson,
Mad Mike,
The Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monks,
Dawn Penn,
The Count Five,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moleskins,
The Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heaven 17,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ohio Players,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Wells,
DNA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ten City,
Cybotron,
Blancmange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crime,
Hot Snakes,
Letta Mbulu,
Absolute Body Control,
Scion,
Deadbeat,
The Evens,
Rod Modell,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pussy Galore,
The Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Skatalites,
The Red Krayola,
Roxette,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lucky Dragons,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sam Rivers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liliput,
Dave Gahan,
The Names,
Mr. Review,
Moby Grape,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.