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 Slovenia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Hoover,
Lungfish,
Outsiders,
Kaleidoscope,
Pylon,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Terry,
The Doors,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Can,
Nico,
Scratch Acid,
Duran Duran,
Pantytec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiohead,
DJ Style,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crime,
Quando Quango,
The Mummies,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Funky Four + One,
Boogie Down Productions,
Depeche Mode,
Dark Day,
Juan Atkins,
Bad Manners,
Black Moon,
The Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Names,
Cameo,
Davy DMX,
Suicide,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Sheep,
Howard Jones,
The Slackers,
Bobby Sherman,
Young Marble Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül II,
Heaven 17,
The Victims,
Kas Product,
The Fortunes,
The Grass Roots,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joy Division,
Prince Buster,
the Swans,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.