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 Palau and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Johnny Clarke to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Joey Negro,
Newcleus,
Ronan,
The Angels of Light,
Agitation Free,
Cymande,
AZ,
Dead Boys,
The Slits,
Talk Talk,
Jandek,
The Offenders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Freddie Wadling,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pop Group,
Pussy Galore,
Judy Mowatt,
Minny Pops,
Pulsallama,
The Star Department,
Bronski Beat,
The Move,
Los Fastidios,
Pere Ubu,
Tres Demented,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Zeros,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Schoolly D,
Amazonics,
Cal Tjader,
World's Most,
Eden Ahbez,
Sixth Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New York Dolls,
Lower 48,
Wasted Youth,
China Crisis,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television,
Half Japanese,
KRS-One,
Simply Red,
OOIOO,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Terry,
Lightning Bolt,
Panda Bear,
Livin' Joy,
Eli Mardock,
Leonard Cohen,
The Beau Brummels,
Letta Mbulu,
Hasil Adkins,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.