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 Chile and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Eden Ahbez to the grunge 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Style,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gichy Dan,
Excepter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter & Gordon,
Skriet,
The Names,
Slick Rick,
The Walker Brothers,
Intrusion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
The American Breed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Mills,
Swans,
Bill Wells,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Bananas,
Qualms,
MDC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Dawn Penn,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moebius,
Eric Copeland,
The Dead C,
The Smoke,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxette,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reagan Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-102,
The Cramps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Procol Harum,
Radiohead,
Reuben Wilson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Letta Mbulu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bob Dylan,
Echospace,
F. McDonald,
The Martian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Starr,
Pulsallama,
Inner City,
OOIOO,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smiths,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.