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 Comoros and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Tears for Fears to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Certain Ratio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Max Romeo,
Hot Snakes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Drive Like Jehu,
Index,
John Holt,
Marmalade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
cv313,
Can,
Black Flag,
Jeru the Damaja,
Archie Shepp,
Pylon,
10cc,
Minutemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Supertramp,
Nico,
The Invisible,
Alphaville,
Byron Stingily,
Khruangbin,
Sight & Sound,
Pulsallama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Sun City Girls,
Eurythmics,
JFA,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Sonic Youth,
Desert Stars,
B.T. Express,
Mantronix,
Ice-T,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
UT,
Minnie Riperton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jandek,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reuben Wilson,
Mark Hollis,
Liliput,
Yaz,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.