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 Rwanda and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
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 Lou Reed 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 X-101 to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Funky Four + One,
Brick,
Technova,
Marc Almond,
Angry Samoans,
EPMD,
Dave Gahan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minnie Riperton,
the Bar-Kays,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Clear Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Flag,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
In Retrospect,
Magazine,
Harry Pussy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Animal Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Newcleus,
AZ,
MC5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
10cc,
The Vogues,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultravox,
The New Christs,
The Techniques,
The Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Eurythmics,
Bad Manners,
Joey Negro,
Motorama,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reagan Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Roger Hodgson,
Aloha Tigers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Evens,
Smog,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neu!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed,
Scratch Acid,
Fatback Band,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd,
Kas Product,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.