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 Botswana and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Barbara Tucker to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
This Heat,
Parry Music,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Hood,
JFA,
The Victims,
Fat Boys,
The Vogues,
The Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Wells,
Suburban Knight,
Blake Baxter,
A Certain Ratio,
Quadrant,
Delta 5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare,
Little Man,
Sister Nancy,
Aloha Tigers,
Graham Central Station,
The Happenings,
Shoche,
Guru Guru,
The Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
Altered Images,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
Marc Almond,
PIL,
The Trojans,
Anthony Braxton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agent Orange,
48th St. Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Christie,
The Star Department,
Newcleus,
Young Marble Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arthur Verocai,
Neu!,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Starr,
The Fall,
Make Up,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skaos,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Red Krayola,
Mission of Burma,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.