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 Greece and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Skatalites to the punk 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a 808 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Talk Talk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pussy Galore,
Reagan Youth,
The Associates,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Davy DMX,
Barbara Tucker,
Negative Approach,
Black Sheep,
The Angels of Light,
the Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kenny Larkin,
Wings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Animal Collective,
Dark Day,
Tres Demented,
Piero Umiliani,
Motorama,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quando Quango,
Peter and Kerry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
L. Decosne,
Moss Icon,
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
The Skatalites,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Severed Heads,
Nick Fraelich,
MC5,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moby Grape,
Banda Bassotti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Newcleus,
Junior Murvin,
Henry Cow,
Chris & Cosey,
Mars,
AZ,
Sarah Menescal,
These Immortal Souls,
Connie Case,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Buzzcocks,
the Association,
Bobby Womack,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.