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 Taiwan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Thompson Twins to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Ornette Coleman,
Royal Trux,
Peter & Gordon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
B.T. Express,
The Doors,
Q and Not U,
The Cowsills,
Yaz,
Excepter,
Sex Pistols,
David Axelrod,
Bob Dylan,
June of 44,
Fear,
F. McDonald,
Anakelly,
David McCallum,
Monks,
Tim Buckley,
The Gap Band,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Moon,
Mars,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Black Sheep,
Khruangbin,
The Motions,
The Velvet Underground,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delta 5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Sneak,
Blake Baxter,
Shuggie Otis,
Gichy Dan,
The Gladiators,
New York Dolls,
Skriet,
The Blues Magoos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Simply Red,
John Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
Pylon,
Eurythmics,
the Association,
June Days,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Janne Schatter,
Crime,
Deepchord,
Jeff Mills,
Accadde A,
Buzzcocks,
Trumans Water,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.