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 Indonesia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Boredoms to the rock 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Neu!,
June of 44,
John Lydon,
The Beau Brummels,
The Names,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonny Sharrock,
Main Source,
Monolake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wings,
The Divine Comedy,
Cluster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül II,
Slave,
Interpol,
The Fortunes,
Cymande,
Stetsasonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sugar Minott,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monochrome Set,
The Victims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Schoolly D,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Christie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacques Brel,
Joyce Sims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter and Kerry,
Dual Sessions,
Guru Guru,
Al Stewart,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aural Exciters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marmalade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Black Dice,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeru the Damaja,
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.