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 Senegal and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the crunk 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Fela Kuti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Misunderstood,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Trojans,
Josef K,
In Retrospect,
The Blackbyrds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
The Red Krayola,
Cal Tjader,
Neu!,
The United States of America,
Deakin,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Womack,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gong,
the Germs,
Aswad,
World's Most,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young,
Alison Limerick,
Erykah Badu,
Can,
The Offenders,
Oblivians,
The Sound,
Ohio Players,
Lightning Bolt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Judy Mowatt,
Hoover,
Maleditus Sound,
Zero Boys,
Tres Demented,
The Knickerbockers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mummies,
Minny Pops,
Godley & Creme,
Monolake,
Kurtis Blow,
Isaac Hayes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agent Orange,
Chris & Cosey,
Malaria!,
EPMD,
Roxy Music,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
B.T. Express,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.