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 Sri Lanka and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Byron Stingily to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Underground Resistance,
Icehouse,
Eli Mardock,
Tubeway Army,
Magazine,
Cameo,
Camouflage,
Dark Day,
The Star Department,
Cecil Taylor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camberwell Now,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Hill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Moon,
Sun City Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Scan 7,
Television,
Funky Four + One,
Hashim,
10cc,
Monolake,
Blossom Toes,
Josef K,
Byron Stingily,
Piero Umiliani,
Tres Demented,
Sixth Finger,
Ponytail,
UT,
DNA,
Maleditus Sound,
Fluxion,
Brick,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare,
Aloha Tigers,
Khruangbin,
U.S. Maple,
The Count Five,
Organ,
Blake Baxter,
Sparks,
Crash Course in Science,
Zero Boys,
Sällskapet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tim Buckley,
Q and Not U,
Urselle,
Scientists,
The Blackbyrds,
Oneida,
Slave,
the Germs,
John Lydon,
Average White Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.