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 Fiji and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Grauzone to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a guitar and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Agitation Free,
Schoolly D,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Al Stewart,
Bluetip,
Junior Murvin,
John Lydon,
Matthew Bourne,
Barrington Levy,
Surgeon,
The Smiths,
KRS-One,
Interpol,
Quando Quango,
Zapp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Swans,
Mr. Review,
D'Angelo,
The American Breed,
Scan 7,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Audionom,
Babytalk,
Wire,
Nik Kershaw,
Cal Tjader,
Nirvana,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Talk Talk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wasted Youth,
Maurizio,
Todd Rundgren,
The Human League,
Skarface,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doors,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Velvet Underground,
The Beau Brummels,
Connie Case,
Jacques Brel,
Ohio Players,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Morten Harket,
Royal Trux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.