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 Azerbaijan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Animal Collective to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Japan,
Monolake,
Junior Murvin,
Bronski Beat,
Cybotron,
kango's stein massive,
Blancmange,
Rapeman,
Juan Atkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Black Dice,
Albert Ayler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
AZ,
The Tremeloes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yazoo,
Neil Young,
In Retrospect,
Unrelated Segments,
The Skatalites,
Marine Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moleskins,
Cal Tjader,
Moss Icon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Royal Trux,
Pantaleimon,
Deepchord,
Joyce Sims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pylon,
Surgeon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Easy Going,
The Fuzztones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Invisible,
Todd Terry,
The Mojo Men,
Warren Ellis,
Shoche,
Loose Ends,
Barclay James Harvest,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Golliwogs,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül,
Oblivians,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Swans,
The Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Accadde A,
Sound Behaviour,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.