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 Grenada and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 R.M.O. to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Moss Icon,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans,
Average White Band,
Gichy Dan,
Dark Day,
Faraquet,
Deakin,
B.T. Express,
Ronan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Max Romeo,
This Heat,
Suburban Knight,
Mr. Review,
Crispy Ambulance,
Accadde A,
Pole,
Interpol,
Graham Central Station,
Metal Thangz,
Pulsallama,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jawbox,
The Smiths,
Grauzone,
the Association,
The Cramps,
Girls At Our Best!,
La Düsseldorf,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ice-T,
UT,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harmonia,
The Stooges,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Kinks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fuzztones,
Section 25,
Pierre Henry,
Black Flag,
Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dave Gahan,
Kurtis Blow,
Anthony Braxton,
Los Fastidios,
Roxy Music,
ABBA,
The Birthday Party,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.