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 Finland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Morten Harket to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Outsiders,
Skaos,
The Gap Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Evens,
DJ Sneak,
The Walker Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
H. Thieme,
Sandy B,
Danielle Patucci,
Hashim,
Mission of Burma,
Tommy Roe,
John Lydon,
Scion,
Tres Demented,
Idris Muhammad,
The Tremeloes,
Arcadia,
Lungfish,
Ossler,
the Bar-Kays,
Joey Negro,
Sam Rivers,
Zero Boys,
R.M.O.,
Gang of Four,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
Reuben Wilson,
Bauhaus,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mummies,
Young Marble Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Main Source,
Monks,
10cc,
Charles Mingus,
Neu!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Warsaw,
Supertramp,
Brand Nubian,
Al Stewart,
Circle Jerks,
Swans,
The Birthday Party,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.