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 Turkey and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rock 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Copeland,
Alison Limerick,
Excepter,
Index,
Clear Light,
Zero Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Juan Atkins,
These Immortal Souls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drexciya,
The Angels of Light,
Bluetip,
Liliput,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scrapy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ornette Coleman,
Don Cherry,
Deepchord,
Cluster,
Toni Rubio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Byron Stingily,
Country Teasers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faust,
Spandau Ballet,
Das Ding,
Mr. Review,
Urselle,
The Young Rascals,
Main Source,
Joe Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
48th St. Collective,
Bob Dylan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Josef K,
Robert Görl,
The Cramps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Steve Hackett,
Nas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Laurel Aitken,
Rapeman,
Radio Birdman,
Oneida,
Siglo XX,
Second Layer,
the Bar-Kays,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.