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 Seychelles and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Robert Görl to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
New York Dolls,
Robert Hood,
Scion,
Sällskapet,
The Angels of Light,
Animal Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Wells,
Tubeway Army,
The Black Dice,
The Doors,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Henry Cow,
Q65,
Peter & Gordon,
Quando Quango,
Whodini,
Al Stewart,
Gabor Szabo,
the Swans,
Althea and Donna,
Howard Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tom Boy,
The Gun Club,
the Sonics,
Harmonia,
Pylon,
Morten Harket,
Can,
Japan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monks,
Sex Pistols,
Brick,
the Association,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vainqueur,
The Residents,
Mission of Burma,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed,
U.S. Maple,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
the Normal,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Modern Lovers,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-102,
Letta Mbulu,
Joy Division,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.