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 Kuwait and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grey Daturas to the funk 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Blake Baxter,
Quadrant,
Ten City,
Jacob Miller,
Goldenarms,
Funkadelic,
The Trojans,
Grauzone,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Certain Ratio,
Brick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Absolute Body Control,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gladiators,
Scion,
Radiohead,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marvin Gaye,
The Kinks,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Style,
Qualms,
Procol Harum,
The Vogues,
Television,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agitation Free,
The Toasters,
Animal Collective,
a-ha,
Flipper,
Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Fugazi,
Lightning Bolt,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cure,
Pantaleimon,
Lyres,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cameo,
One Last Wish,
Donald Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang of Four,
Jacques Brel,
Y Pants,
The Knickerbockers,
Nico,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Pus,
Black Sheep,
Malaria!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.