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 Qatar and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 The Star Department to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Invisible,
Excepter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Kinks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Machine,
The Trojans,
Con Funk Shun,
Quantec,
EPMD,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerrie Biddell,
E-Dancer,
Ken Boothe,
Hot Snakes,
Wings,
Maurizio,
Bluetip,
Make Up,
Arab on Radar,
Brass Construction,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Busters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Audionom,
La Düsseldorf,
Vladislav Delay,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter & Gordon,
Yaz,
The Litter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barrington Levy,
Joensuu 1685,
Yazoo,
The Skatalites,
The Sound,
Rod Modell,
The Gun Club,
Stiv Bators,
Japan,
Brand Nubian,
T.S.O.L.,
The Motions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Smooth,
Supertramp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Victims,
The American Breed,
Section 25,
Funky Four + One,
The Associates,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.