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 Indonesia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chris & Cosey to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
T. Rex,
The Slackers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Absolute Body Control,
The Golliwogs,
Lakeside,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
UT,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terry Callier,
In Retrospect,
Schoolly D,
Das Ding,
Freddie Wadling,
Massinfluence,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New York Dolls,
Godley & Creme,
Dennis Brown,
The Pretty Things,
The Birthday Party,
Gong,
Peter & Gordon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Panda Bear,
Ossler,
Marine Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Scion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Josef K,
Minor Threat,
Lou Christie,
Kaleidoscope,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dead C,
the Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warsaw,
Ituana,
Sun City Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Young Rascals,
Q and Not U,
Juan Atkins,
Rufus Thomas,
Motorama,
Nirvana,
Deadbeat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Depeche Mode,
Black Pus,
Zero Boys,
Althea and Donna,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heaven 17,
Joyce Sims,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.