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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 The Saints to the rock 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Index,
Alphaville,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mummies,
Pierre Henry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Smog,
The Grass Roots,
Funky Four + One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Age Steppers,
Josef K,
The Blackbyrds,
cv313,
Roxette,
The Star Department,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bad Manners,
Audionom,
One Last Wish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monks,
CMW,
Half Japanese,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
The Monochrome Set,
Joyce Sims,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cowsills,
Ice-T,
This Heat,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed,
The Last Poets,
Ornette Coleman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Green,
Faust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wasted Youth,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
In Retrospect,
Aloha Tigers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Durutti Column,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Steve Hackett,
Second Layer,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.