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 Gambia and from London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Divine Comedy to the jazz 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joy Division,
John Foxx,
Maurizio,
June of 44,
Bill Near,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dirtbombs,
Stiv Bators,
the Normal,
Lou Christie,
Robert Wyatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warsaw,
Schoolly D,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neu!,
Stereo Dub,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ten City,
Television,
Tim Buckley,
Rufus Thomas,
Frankie Knuckles,
These Immortal Souls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wings,
DJ Sneak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rod Modell,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flash Fearless,
Desert Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Terry,
The Cowsills,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vladislav Delay,
Ice-T,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Basic Channel,
KRS-One,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra,
Deakin,
The Red Krayola,
Althea and Donna,
A Certain Ratio,
LL Cool J,
The Fall,
Japan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suburban Knight,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.