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 Costa Rica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Happenings to the electroclash 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Quadrant,
Surgeon,
Joey Negro,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eddi Front,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Saints,
Wolf Eyes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Human League,
Japan,
Terry Callier,
Jawbox,
Minnie Riperton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pretty Things,
The Cowsills,
Buzzcocks,
Scientists,
Malaria!,
Charles Mingus,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Judy Mowatt,
Bluetip,
Dead Boys,
Masters at Work,
Mission of Burma,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erasure,
The Moody Blues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Techniques,
Excepter,
New York Dolls,
Bad Manners,
The Walker Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Curtis Mayfield,
Tears for Fears,
Max Romeo,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fortunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Con Funk Shun,
Dave Gahan,
LL Cool J,
Agent Orange,
ABBA,
Second Layer,
Cybotron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Sherman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unwound,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.