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 Hungary and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Circle Jerks to the techno 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Technova,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cluster,
Bob Dylan,
Simply Red,
T.S.O.L.,
Fugazi,
Rufus Thomas,
Morten Harket,
Derrick Morgan,
The Victims,
Ralphi Rosario,
Iggy Pop,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Foxx,
Camberwell Now,
Rapeman,
Neu!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kenny Larkin,
B.T. Express,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young,
Magazine,
Byron Stingily,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ponytail,
The Monochrome Set,
Nik Kershaw,
Funkadelic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skaos,
The Cowsills,
Derrick May,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultravox,
Danielle Patucci,
Wire,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stiv Bators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Sneak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magma,
Panda Bear,
Banda Bassotti,
Eurythmics,
The New Christs,
David McCallum,
Lou Christie,
the Association,
MC5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dennis Brown,
CMW,
The Fuzztones,
Sam Rivers,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.