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 Rwanda and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Lee Hazlewood to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Bowie,
Guru Guru,
Joyce Sims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonic Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
the Slits,
Ponytail,
Clear Light,
The Selecter,
Pylon,
Eurythmics,
Jandek,
Quadrant,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Subhumans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slick Rick,
Sex Pistols,
Malaria!,
Dual Sessions,
The Smoke,
Soft Machine,
Half Japanese,
Kayak,
Crime,
Fela Kuti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Organ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiohead,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Steve Hackett,
Hardrive,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Association,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Duran Duran,
John Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
The Stooges,
cv313,
The Motions,
The Pop Group,
The Last Poets,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marvin Gaye,
Tropical Tobacco,
Los Fastidios,
Banda Bassotti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.