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 Oman and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DJ Style to the disco 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yaz,
Absolute Body Control,
Zapp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Symarip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Massinfluence,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jandek,
Metal Thangz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Byron Stingily,
The Busters,
Interpol,
Banda Bassotti,
Subhumans,
Groovy Waters,
Vladislav Delay,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unwound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dave Gahan,
John Coltrane,
The Dead C,
This Heat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Echospace,
Hashim,
Minor Threat,
Bronski Beat,
The Sound,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare,
Todd Terry,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Kerri Chandler,
Adolescents,
Liliput,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blossom Toes,
Motorama,
Trumans Water,
T. Rex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nas,
The Real Kids,
K-Klass,
Inner City,
Jacques Brel,
Pagans,
World's Most,
Connie Case,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.