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 Sri Lanka and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Glambeats Corp. 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '80s 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Barbara Tucker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zero Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Joe Finger,
Warsaw,
Suburban Knight,
Make Up,
Scientists,
Skaos,
Moby Grape,
Fat Boys,
June Days,
Pierre Henry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Searchers,
Urselle,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fugazi,
Ohio Players,
Ultra Naté,
The Angels of Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deadbeat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blackbyrds,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick Morgan,
Television Personalities,
Man Eating Sloth,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young,
June of 44,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liliput,
The Gap Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Hill,
Malaria!,
The Selecter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pretty Things,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
The Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick May,
Half Japanese,
Japan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ponytail,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.