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 Philippines and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Drexciya to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Index,
Intrusion,
Groovy Waters,
The Blackbyrds,
Dark Day,
Boredoms,
Wings,
Aloha Tigers,
Theoretical Girls,
Camberwell Now,
The Kinks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Move,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Khruangbin,
Tim Buckley,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Sherman,
Junior Murvin,
Black Bananas,
Alison Limerick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slave,
Fear,
Organ,
Judy Mowatt,
Basic Channel,
Goldenarms,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moody Blues,
Marmalade,
Visage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
Joe Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nik Kershaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Dolphy,
Heaven 17,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mars,
The Sound,
In Retrospect,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pagans,
Suburban Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
U.S. Maple,
Minutemen,
LL Cool J,
Q and Not U,
Black Moon,
Masters at Work,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.