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 Jordan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Motorama to the jazz 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Scion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bad Manners,
Clear Light,
Gong,
Cluster,
Shuggie Otis,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Freddie Wadling,
kango's stein massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Velvet Underground,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Tremeloes,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxy Music,
The Smoke,
FM Einheit,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Colin Newman,
The Moody Blues,
The Divine Comedy,
The Misunderstood,
The Move,
Nick Fraelich,
Junior Murvin,
The Selecter,
Make Up,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marvin Gaye,
Swans,
Rapeman,
Minny Pops,
The Grass Roots,
Eddi Front,
Gang Green,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tommy Roe,
The Beau Brummels,
K-Klass,
Quando Quango,
Ossler,
Crooked Eye,
Easy Going,
Kas Product,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gap Band,
Reagan Youth,
Jacques Brel,
X-Ray Spex,
Yazoo,
Brick,
Das Ding,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Charles Mingus,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.