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 Uzbekistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Von Mondo to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals 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 punk 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 theremin and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Ohio Players,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marcia Griffiths,
DNA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mantronix,
Flamin' Groovies,
The New Christs,
Tim Buckley,
David Axelrod,
Deadbeat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Seeds,
Mr. Review,
Cybotron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Accadde A,
Bauhaus,
Whodini,
Quantec,
The Durutti Column,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül,
Silicon Teens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gun Club,
The Leaves,
the Germs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Excepter,
The Black Dice,
Faust,
Negative Approach,
Mad Mike,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Sherman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eddi Front,
The Cure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
The Five Americans,
Lou Christie,
Letta Mbulu,
Hardrive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Inner City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Raincoats,
Cymande,
Ultra Naté,
Porter Ricks,
Schoolly D,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Sheep,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.