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 Guyana and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter & Gordon to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Brand Nubian,
Nirvana,
PIL,
Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
The Slits,
Youth Brigade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mission of Burma,
48th St. Collective,
Make Up,
Black Pus,
This Heat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Groovy Waters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Surgeon,
Harmonia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Desert Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Funkadelic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Guru Guru,
The Names,
Symarip,
Model 500,
Scientists,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Main Source,
The Birthday Party,
Sex Pistols,
The Divine Comedy,
Oneida,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flamin' Groovies,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Y Pants,
Don Cherry,
Reuben Wilson,
Erasure,
One Last Wish,
The Gun Club,
Ossler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Qualms,
The Walker Brothers,
Motorama,
ABBA,
Aloha Tigers,
Half Japanese,
Peter and Kerry,
The Invisible,
The Saints,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.