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 Angola and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skatalites to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantytec,
Vainqueur,
Robert Görl,
Liliput,
Mad Mike,
X-Ray Spex,
Ossler,
The Misunderstood,
Au Pairs,
The Music Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Oneida,
Talk Talk,
Byron Stingily,
Joy Division,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The New Christs,
Public Enemy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Byrd,
Rekid,
Johnny Clarke,
the Germs,
Brothers Johnson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yaz,
Wire,
the Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Count Five,
John Lydon,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Sneak,
Sandy B,
The Neon Judgement,
Tres Demented,
Pole,
Organ,
KRS-One,
The Gladiators,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Wells,
Youth Brigade,
LL Cool J,
Delon & Dalcan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cal Tjader,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Altered Images,
Mars,
Godley & Creme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fugazi,
Michelle Simonal,
Das Ding,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.