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 Malawi and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Throbbing Gristle to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Sound Behaviour,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swans,
Stereo Dub,
The Leaves,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Copeland,
Index,
Donald Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Smog,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter and Kerry,
Nik Kershaw,
Wally Richardson,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pretty Things,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agent Orange,
The Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Grass Roots,
Althea and Donna,
The Beau Brummels,
Magazine,
Avey Tare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Surgeon,
Masters at Work,
Gong,
Glambeats Corp.,
cv313,
Motorama,
Sparks,
Main Source,
Scratch Acid,
The Cramps,
Andrew Hill,
The Knickerbockers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slits,
Technova,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Howard Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Sex Pistols,
Easy Going,
F. McDonald,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultra Naté,
Neu!,
the Germs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantaleimon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.