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 Sierra Leone and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Shuggie Otis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kaleidoscope,
Drive Like Jehu,
Panda Bear,
David Axelrod,
Quando Quango,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare,
Radio Birdman,
Minny Pops,
The Martian,
Cymande,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sam Rivers,
Vladislav Delay,
FM Einheit,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Niagra,
Arab on Radar,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maurizio,
The Associates,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül II,
Brass Construction,
Liliput,
Alton Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
The Move,
Lower 48,
Kurtis Blow,
ABC,
Reagan Youth,
Shoche,
Scientists,
The Busters,
Aswad,
Godley & Creme,
Unwound,
The Red Krayola,
Junior Murvin,
Quantec,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Urselle,
The Gories,
The Gladiators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Section 25,
Albert Ayler,
Donny Hathaway,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television Personalities,
Patti Smith,
The Remains,
Organ,
Subhumans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.