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 Kosovo and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Monks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Bad Manners,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Mills,
Technova,
Lee Hazlewood,
FM Einheit,
A Certain Ratio,
Suburban Knight,
Q and Not U,
Camouflage,
The J.B.'s,
Sound Behaviour,
Dave Gahan,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Germs,
Flipper,
Crime,
Lower 48,
Bobby Womack,
Excepter,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reagan Youth,
Stereo Dub,
a-ha,
Yazoo,
Scan 7,
Mandrill,
Bobby Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Make Up,
Zapp,
Basic Channel,
Motorama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arcadia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Bluetip,
Intrusion,
Althea and Donna,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mars,
Dead Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fugs,
Sixth Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Altered Images,
Soulsonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mojo Men,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABBA,
The Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.