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 Colombia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Count Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 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?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monochrome Set,
New Order,
ABC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Motorama,
Brand Nubian,
Mission of Burma,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ornette Coleman,
Darondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dark Day,
John Holt,
Boz Scaggs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angry Samoans,
Con Funk Shun,
Mr. Review,
Negative Approach,
Roger Hodgson,
Hardrive,
Young Marble Giants,
Smog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deakin,
Mo-Dettes,
Mantronix,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-101,
Panda Bear,
Skaos,
Television Personalities,
Slave,
kango's stein massive,
The Offenders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cymande,
Chris Corsano,
Kas Product,
Clear Light,
Aswad,
These Immortal Souls,
Porter Ricks,
the Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donny Hathaway,
Joey Negro,
Kerri Chandler,
Marvin Gaye,
Magazine,
Fad Gadget,
Minny Pops,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Sheep,
DJ Sneak,
Patti Smith,
The Saints,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.