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 Bahrain and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Lakeside to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wally Richardson,
The Angels of Light,
Black Sheep,
Pagans,
Wire,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neu!,
Qualms,
Ossler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Gabor Szabo,
Aswad,
Pylon,
Adolescents,
The Count Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Lindisfarne,
Amazonics,
Bill Near,
L. Decosne,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alton Ellis,
The Residents,
Tom Boy,
ABC,
Tears for Fears,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magma,
Gang Starr,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nils Olav,
Joy Division,
Kas Product,
Animal Collective,
Moss Icon,
Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Make Up,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doobie Brothers,
Icehouse,
Ludus,
Sällskapet,
Ituana,
JFA,
Laurel Aitken,
The Remains,
the Human League,
Bang On A Can,
New York Dolls,
Max Romeo,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.