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 Nauru and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 the Association to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Kool Moe Dee,
EPMD,
Zapp,
Dual Sessions,
Wasted Youth,
Drexciya,
Jerry's Kids,
New York Dolls,
Eve St. Jones,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers,
John Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
Chrome,
Aswad,
Oneida,
Lee Hazlewood,
Idris Muhammad,
Surgeon,
Kenny Larkin,
Outsiders,
Agent Orange,
The Zeros,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Age Steppers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Durutti Column,
Slick Rick,
Whodini,
Davy DMX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bluetip,
Scrapy,
Kayak,
Los Fastidios,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dave Gahan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Silicon Teens,
Don Cherry,
Barrington Levy,
Rekid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wings,
Bill Near,
Deadbeat,
Godley & Creme,
Scion,
The Fuzztones,
Darondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Image Ltd.,
June Days,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.