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 Bahrain and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Man Eating Sloth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Donny Hathaway,
The Kinks,
Khruangbin,
Pole,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smiths,
Nico,
Radiohead,
Groovy Waters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blues Magoos,
The Five Americans,
The Martian,
the Human League,
Ohio Players,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Germs,
Bronski Beat,
Goldenarms,
Oneida,
Mark Hollis,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker,
Grey Daturas,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Move,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Smooth,
Guru Guru,
Swell Maps,
Black Pus,
Depeche Mode,
Lakeside,
Rosa Yemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-102,
Janne Schatter,
Half Japanese,
Livin' Joy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiopuhelimet,
UT,
Eddi Front,
Nils Olav,
Ornette Coleman,
Icehouse,
Rod Modell,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boredoms,
Ludus,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.