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 Papua New Guinea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bluetip to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camouflage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The United States of America,
Sandy B,
Duran Duran,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
Marmalade,
Rod Modell,
Public Enemy,
Cal Tjader,
The Divine Comedy,
Ponytail,
Panda Bear,
Sight & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Joy Division,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pole,
In Retrospect,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Slits,
Funky Four + One,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Finger,
Connie Case,
the Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Alphaville,
Tears for Fears,
Sixth Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
Liliput,
Howard Jones,
Robert Hood,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiohead,
The Beau Brummels,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Dolphy,
Reuben Wilson,
Judy Mowatt,
Ornette Coleman,
The Golliwogs,
Lungfish,
Agent Orange,
The Fall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harmonia,
New Age Steppers,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blake Baxter,
Hoover,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.