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 Honduras and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Piero Umiliani to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Star Department,
Unrelated Segments,
The Evens,
Black Sheep,
Suicide,
Tres Demented,
Mantronix,
David McCallum,
Vainqueur,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Toasters,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fugs,
Nas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wally Richardson,
Howard Jones,
Motorama,
The Saints,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Raincoats,
Skaos,
New Age Steppers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Zeros,
LL Cool J,
Black Moon,
Camberwell Now,
Bizarre Inc.,
Youth Brigade,
Gang of Four,
Ultra Naté,
The Smoke,
MDC,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aural Exciters,
Wings,
Bauhaus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Subhumans,
Buzzcocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Velvet Underground,
the Swans,
JFA,
E-Dancer,
Pylon,
Sarah Menescal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fela Kuti,
Monolake,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.