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 China and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chris Corsano to the crunk 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Symarip,
Black Sheep,
The Count Five,
The Monochrome Set,
DNA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter and Kerry,
Mars,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Almond,
Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
Lyres,
Brick,
Chris & Cosey,
The Walker Brothers,
Visage,
Rapeman,
Dark Day,
Cymande,
Yusef Lateef,
Make Up,
Intrusion,
Model 500,
Barbara Tucker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Section 25,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Outsiders,
Ice-T,
Michelle Simonal,
Rosa Yemen,
B.T. Express,
The Fugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Piero Umiliani,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Flag,
Con Funk Shun,
Juan Atkins,
Patti Smith,
Max Romeo,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fat Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pagans,
Crime,
David Bowie,
Jerry's Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Terry Callier,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liliput,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dual Sessions,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.