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 Burundi and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Groovy Waters to the grime 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crooked Eye,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stiv Bators,
Public Enemy,
Sun City Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Crime,
Brothers Johnson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Mills,
Terrestrial Tones,
New York Dolls,
Inner City,
Marvin Gaye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wasted Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Minny Pops,
Wire,
Unwound,
Dave Gahan,
Sparks,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiohead,
Chris Corsano,
Vladislav Delay,
Pussy Galore,
Yellowson,
The Selecter,
Man Parrish,
Fear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Average White Band,
L. Decosne,
Audionom,
Piero Umiliani,
The Walker Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eli Mardock,
The J.B.'s,
Yusef Lateef,
Terry Callier,
Saccharine Trust,
Sandy B,
Marc Almond,
The Index,
X-102,
Patti Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oblivians,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fugs,
Cybotron,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.