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 Dominican Republic and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 John Cale to the dance 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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a 808 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Quando Quango,
Connie Case,
F. McDonald,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Sherman,
Idris Muhammad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Janne Schatter,
Deakin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rapeman,
The Star Department,
The Young Rascals,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Music Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crime,
The Invisible,
The Pop Group,
FM Einheit,
Soft Cell,
Magazine,
Niagra,
Television Personalities,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Simply Red,
June Days,
Faraquet,
Heaven 17,
Judy Mowatt,
Bush Tetras,
Carl Craig,
The Monks,
The Fortunes,
Arab on Radar,
Ultravox,
Cheater Slicks,
Malaria!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Birthday Party,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
D'Angelo,
Joey Negro,
The Blues Magoos,
Tubeway Army,
The Dead C,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-Ray Spex,
Tommy Roe,
Bob Dylan,
Mo-Dettes,
David Axelrod,
Pantaleimon,
Moss Icon,
Talk Talk,
Isaac Hayes,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.