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 Congo and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Godley & Creme to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Royal Trux,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stereo Dub,
Tears for Fears,
Grey Daturas,
Half Japanese,
Talk Talk,
a-ha,
Kaleidoscope,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mandrill,
Pagans,
Scratch Acid,
Basic Channel,
Q65,
Cal Tjader,
The Blackbyrds,
Loose Ends,
Barry Ungar,
Jawbox,
Duran Duran,
Marvin Gaye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Animal Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Steve Hackett,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Davy DMX,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker,
The Kinks,
Stiv Bators,
Siglo XX,
Monolake,
Ice-T,
Vainqueur,
The Gap Band,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Byrd,
Lower 48,
The Gories,
Second Layer,
Flipper,
Alison Limerick,
Althea and Donna,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Pus,
the Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
Guru Guru,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blancmange,
Cameo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scion,
Stockholm Monsters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.