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 Nepal and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tears for Fears to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Black Bananas,
The Blues Magoos,
The Buckinghams,
The Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Motions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cowsills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Wells,
Eurythmics,
Cymande,
Lou Reed,
the Germs,
Echospace,
The American Breed,
The Blackbyrds,
Reagan Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Lightning Bolt,
Barrington Levy,
Eden Ahbez,
Stereo Dub,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Mr. Review,
Kaleidoscope,
Technova,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fugs,
The Saints,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Los Fastidios,
Don Cherry,
Sex Pistols,
The Doors,
Grey Daturas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aloha Tigers,
Jawbox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q and Not U,
Eve St. Jones,
Duran Duran,
Skarface,
Delta 5,
the Sonics,
Deepchord,
Sällskapet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wolf Eyes,
Fela Kuti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Goldenarms,
Pulsallama,
This Heat,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.