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 Benin and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fear to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Kurtis Blow,
Simply Red,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Halsall,
Shuggie Otis,
Boredoms,
Barbara Tucker,
Sixth Finger,
Hoover,
Danielle Patucci,
Lyres,
Trumans Water,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lakeside,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalann,
Essential Logic,
Youth Brigade,
Yusef Lateef,
Barclay James Harvest,
Audionom,
Anakelly,
Pere Ubu,
Prince Buster,
Fugazi,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lungfish,
Masters at Work,
Darondo,
Symarip,
Pierre Henry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Excepter,
Swans,
Organ,
Al Stewart,
The Walker Brothers,
Drexciya,
Joe Smooth,
Goldenarms,
Oneida,
Charles Mingus,
Cymande,
the Association,
Malaria!,
Thompson Twins,
Wasted Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sonics,
The Music Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.