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 Turkmenistan and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Swans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
F. McDonald,
Yazoo,
Idris Muhammad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reuben Wilson,
Iggy Pop,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fat Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Raincoats,
X-102,
48th St. Collective,
Scrapy,
LL Cool J,
Funkadelic,
Pantytec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Newcleus,
Zero Boys,
Masters at Work,
Inner City,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gichy Dan,
Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Marvin Gaye,
Nas,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Copeland,
Crime,
Tears for Fears,
Sound Behaviour,
T.S.O.L.,
The Index,
Fluxion,
Lou Christie,
Heaven 17,
Los Fastidios,
Nico,
Oneida,
The Last Poets,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pop Group,
Joensuu 1685,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stetsasonic,
Harmonia,
Zapp,
The Black Dice,
The Evens,
Kayak,
the Germs,
B.T. Express,
L. Decosne,
The American Breed,
MC5,
The Stooges,
Rufus Thomas,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.