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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Fugs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Interpol,
Maurizio,
Derrick May,
Popol Vuh,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Adolescents,
Matthew Bourne,
The Invisible,
Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radio Birdman,
JFA,
Maleditus Sound,
cv313,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bush Tetras,
The Slits,
Surgeon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Mills,
The Leaves,
Scan 7,
Essential Logic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gun Club,
Rotary Connection,
Jandek,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slackers,
Todd Rundgren,
Alton Ellis,
Agent Orange,
the Association,
Eddi Front,
Skaos,
Sex Pistols,
D'Angelo,
Massinfluence,
The Standells,
Barbara Tucker,
Nico,
Peter and Kerry,
Charles Mingus,
Scratch Acid,
Cecil Taylor,
L. Decosne,
Don Cherry,
Ken Boothe,
Desert Stars,
The Last Poets,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blancmange,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.