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 Croatia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pantytec to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Pus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Audionom,
David Axelrod,
Bang On A Can,
The Birthday Party,
Lindisfarne,
Al Stewart,
Pulsallama,
Davy DMX,
Todd Terry,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Normal,
The Victims,
Severed Heads,
Fela Kuti,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Halsall,
Icehouse,
The Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Leonard Cohen,
Clear Light,
Radio Birdman,
Circle Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Carl Craig,
Gastr Del Sol,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers,
Babytalk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Martian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Model 500,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
OOIOO,
Sparks,
Grauzone,
Danielle Patucci,
Maleditus Sound,
Von Mondo,
Lyres,
Sister Nancy,
R.M.O.,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oblivians,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Teasers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ornette Coleman,
X-Ray Spex,
Camberwell Now,
Main Source,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.