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 and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Index,
Terry Callier,
Symarip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Cell,
Urselle,
Derrick May,
Country Teasers,
Drive Like Jehu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Searchers,
Yellowson,
Sight & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Frankie Knuckles,
DNA,
The Offenders,
Pylon,
Inner City,
Letta Mbulu,
Schoolly D,
Stereo Dub,
10cc,
Thee Headcoats,
Harmonia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Guru Guru,
The Real Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anakelly,
The Mummies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eurythmics,
Crispian St. Peters,
T. Rex,
The Barracudas,
Ten City,
Ultimate Spinach,
KRS-One,
Sonic Youth,
Bad Manners,
the Human League,
Slave,
Joey Negro,
Lakeside,
The Litter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Motorama,
The Durutti Column,
Black Moon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Morten Harket,
Chrome,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.