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 Sweden and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aswad to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spandau Ballet,
Hoover,
Tommy Roe,
Chrome,
Mr. Review,
Dave Gahan,
the Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The J.B.'s,
The Knickerbockers,
Albert Ayler,
James White and The Blacks,
Angry Samoans,
X-Ray Spex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rites of Spring,
Cybotron,
The Selecter,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Trojans,
Little Man,
Pussy Galore,
Schoolly D,
The Sound,
Crime,
Lyres,
kango's stein massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mo-Dettes,
Circle Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mojo Men,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker,
Khruangbin,
Joyce Sims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anakelly,
Symarip,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cluster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Royal Trux,
Make Up,
Gang Starr,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.