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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an organ 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Lucky Dragons,
the Fania All-Stars,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare,
Jawbox,
Danielle Patucci,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Copeland,
Lyres,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gong,
Ossler,
Lower 48,
Rotary Connection,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Lynne,
the Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Oblivians,
The Invisible,
Con Funk Shun,
Funky Four + One,
Minny Pops,
Quantec,
The Victims,
Heaven 17,
Sound Behaviour,
Isaac Hayes,
The Offenders,
D'Angelo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dawn Penn,
Brand Nubian,
The Raincoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fatback Band,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Starr,
The Doors,
Byron Stingily,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Neon Judgement,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed,
T.S.O.L.,
Idris Muhammad,
The Grass Roots,
The Dave Clark Five,
Carl Craig,
Boredoms,
Accadde A,
Drexciya,
EPMD,
Los Fastidios,
FM Einheit,
One Last Wish,
Radio Birdman,
The Zeros,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.