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 Ukraine and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The Moleskins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Neil Young,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pole,
New York Dolls,
E-Dancer,
Magazine,
Stetsasonic,
Pagans,
The Leaves,
Silicon Teens,
Con Funk Shun,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hoover,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donny Hathaway,
Motorama,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Pus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
48th St. Collective,
Barry Ungar,
The Wake,
Amazonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Danielle Patucci,
Eden Ahbez,
Model 500,
Marmalade,
Los Fastidios,
Schoolly D,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fatback Band,
Television Personalities,
ABC,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
Al Stewart,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
PIL,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Bourne,
The Standells,
Gichy Dan,
Tim Buckley,
Eddi Front,
Alton Ellis,
This Heat,
MDC,
Bad Manners,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Index,
Cluster,
Isaac Hayes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
UT,
Bobby Sherman,
The Evens,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.