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 East Timor and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Crime,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harmonia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Flag,
Deadbeat,
The Residents,
The Tremeloes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lebanon Hanover,
La Düsseldorf,
Hoover,
OOIOO,
Sandy B,
Vainqueur,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arab on Radar,
Surgeon,
Cymande,
New Order,
The Gladiators,
Skaos,
Rufus Thomas,
Depeche Mode,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Walker Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
The J.B.'s,
The Durutti Column,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Funky Four + One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Janne Schatter,
Technova,
Index,
Morten Harket,
Boredoms,
a-ha,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lindisfarne,
Alison Limerick,
Chris & Cosey,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ludus,
Barbara Tucker,
the Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Leaves,
The Star Department,
Audionom,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.