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 Solomon Islands and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang Gang Dance to the crunk 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Graham Central Station,
Pierre Henry,
The Music Machine,
In Retrospect,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rod Modell,
The Skatalites,
the Association,
Alice Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
Terry Callier,
Eddi Front,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Iggy Pop,
Quando Quango,
The Move,
Mr. Review,
Joyce Sims,
David Bowie,
Mission of Burma,
The Martian,
The Count Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Masters at Work,
The Busters,
The Names,
The Black Dice,
Drexciya,
Quadrant,
Essential Logic,
the Germs,
The Young Rascals,
Niagra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Accadde A,
the Slits,
Sun Ra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Von Mondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ponytail,
Radiohead,
Urselle,
Yellowson,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Chrome,
Alton Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
Scan 7,
48th St. Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.