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 Guinea-Bissau and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
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 1973 at the first Television 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 Unrelated Segments to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Joy Division,
Anakelly,
Accadde A,
Amazonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pulsallama,
Prince Buster,
Minny Pops,
Mark Hollis,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Terry,
Ronan,
Zero Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Angry Samoans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Clear Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barrington Levy,
Quando Quango,
Crash Course in Science,
The Happenings,
Scan 7,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hashim,
The Cowsills,
Maurizio,
The Busters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Barracudas,
Lower 48,
Severed Heads,
The Gun Club,
KRS-One,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Moon,
The Black Dice,
Maleditus Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
K-Klass,
Kas Product,
Roxette,
Delta 5,
Sonic Youth,
the Germs,
Lakeside,
Television,
The Young Rascals,
Quantec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Little Man,
Pagans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.