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 Comoros and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 EPMD to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Wings,
Mantronix,
Amazonics,
Barry Ungar,
Flash Fearless,
Country Teasers,
The Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agent Orange,
One Last Wish,
Procol Harum,
Boredoms,
Television Personalities,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Womack,
Ultimate Spinach,
Isaac Hayes,
Roger Hodgson,
The Black Dice,
Godley & Creme,
Thee Headcoats,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cluster,
Popol Vuh,
Bluetip,
Inner City,
New Age Steppers,
Sixth Finger,
Black Bananas,
John Lydon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Names,
Henry Cow,
Spoonie Gee,
Marvin Gaye,
Leonard Cohen,
Rapeman,
Arab on Radar,
Unwound,
Ludus,
The Toasters,
Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Sällskapet,
The Doors,
Pole,
The Music Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonic Youth,
Eddi Front,
The Beau Brummels,
Ornette Coleman,
cv313,
Tom Boy,
The Gories,
Agitation Free,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.