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 Madagascar and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Little Man,
Zero Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Magma,
Oneida,
Unwound,
Derrick Morgan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joensuu 1685,
Warsaw,
Ten City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Porter Ricks,
Quando Quango,
Bush Tetras,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Order,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blues Magoos,
The Golliwogs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cowsills,
Grey Daturas,
The Names,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yazoo,
The Move,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Schoolly D,
The Birthday Party,
Charles Mingus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Silicon Teens,
Ultra Naté,
The Doobie Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Bluetip,
Marvin Gaye,
Yellowson,
Max Romeo,
The Toasters,
Symarip,
The Raincoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacob Miller,
The Trojans,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Talk Talk,
The Slackers,
June of 44,
The Detroit Cobras,
Audionom,
The Invisible,
Make Up,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.