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 New Zealand and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Colin Newman,
David McCallum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
The Beau Brummels,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
The Gun Club,
Arcadia,
Gang Green,
Funky Four + One,
Mr. Review,
Steve Hackett,
Alphaville,
Index,
Sight & Sound,
The Fall,
X-101,
The Litter,
Bauhaus,
Radiohead,
Cluster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faraquet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Names,
Deakin,
Parry Music,
The Cowsills,
Depeche Mode,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bob Dylan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MC5,
Gong,
Michelle Simonal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zero Boys,
The Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pierre Henry,
Monolake,
Skarface,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The American Breed,
John Foxx,
Y Pants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.