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 Saudi Arabia and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Doobie Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Fortunes,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick May,
Second Layer,
The Blackbyrds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lakeside,
Bluetip,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Walker Brothers,
Accadde A,
James White and The Blacks,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fad Gadget,
KRS-One,
Sound Behaviour,
The Grass Roots,
Urselle,
Nils Olav,
the Swans,
Brick,
Radio Birdman,
K-Klass,
Amazonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pierre Henry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tommy Roe,
The Moody Blues,
June of 44,
Don Cherry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thee Headcoats,
Howard Jones,
Vainqueur,
Severed Heads,
Barrington Levy,
Albert Ayler,
Saccharine Trust,
Guru Guru,
The Smiths,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quantec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
La Düsseldorf,
Yusef Lateef,
The Skatalites,
The Sound,
Darondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Clarke,
Scrapy,
Theoretical Girls,
Nirvana,
Von Mondo,
The Vogues,
David Bowie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echospace,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.