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 Djibouti and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Animal Collective 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
H. Thieme,
Underground Resistance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Organ,
Al Stewart,
Parry Music,
Brand Nubian,
Buzzcocks,
Pulsallama,
Ken Boothe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Josef K,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monolake,
The Flesh Eaters,
Godley & Creme,
Wire,
Harry Pussy,
Stetsasonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shuggie Otis,
Mission of Burma,
Yusef Lateef,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sound,
The Remains,
Jeff Mills,
Darondo,
Rekid,
Q and Not U,
Erykah Badu,
10cc,
Funky Four + One,
Crash Course in Science,
Freddie Wadling,
The Leaves,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra,
E-Dancer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mo-Dettes,
Ponytail,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxette,
K-Klass,
Bobby Byrd,
Shoche,
Zero Boys,
PIL,
Marine Girls,
John Foxx,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arcadia,
Mantronix,
The Birthday Party,
The Golliwogs,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.