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 Sri Lanka and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eurythmics to the disco 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a clarinet 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Scrapy,
Stetsasonic,
H. Thieme,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cheater Slicks,
Rapeman,
Jawbox,
Funkadelic,
The Kinks,
Nick Fraelich,
Barbara Tucker,
Lindisfarne,
The Searchers,
The Saints,
Amazonics,
The Residents,
Josef K,
Kayak,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
LL Cool J,
Zero Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Names,
Depeche Mode,
New York Dolls,
Metal Thangz,
Black Bananas,
Kas Product,
John Foxx,
Vainqueur,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Görl,
Max Romeo,
Isaac Hayes,
June of 44,
The Invisible,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül II,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Barracudas,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monochrome Set,
Rotary Connection,
The Cowsills,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Byrd,
Jandek,
The Pretty Things,
Deakin,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.