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 Somalia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Rod Modell to the grime 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mummies,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rites of Spring,
X-Ray Spex,
Newcleus,
The Red Krayola,
Adolescents,
Lalann,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare,
Blossom Toes,
B.T. Express,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Connie Case,
The Sound,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Womack,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Age Steppers,
The Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Busters,
Agent Orange,
Howard Jones,
the Human League,
L. Decosne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thompson Twins,
Jacob Miller,
Organ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Roxette,
Gastr Del Sol,
EPMD,
The Pop Group,
Sparks,
Toni Rubio,
Rod Modell,
The Misunderstood,
The Invisible,
Max Romeo,
The J.B.'s,
Roxy Music,
Q65,
Fatback Band,
U.S. Maple,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monks,
Buzzcocks,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.