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 Malaysia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Gang Green to the rap 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Joyce Sims,
Eden Ahbez,
Drive Like Jehu,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Desert Stars,
The Associates,
The Names,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
AZ,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tres Demented,
Masters at Work,
The Cramps,
The Toasters,
X-Ray Spex,
David Bowie,
The Wake,
Monks,
John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Kurtis Blow,
Minor Threat,
A Certain Ratio,
Harry Pussy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
Cybotron,
Ultravox,
John Foxx,
UT,
Roy Ayers,
The Fall,
The Last Poets,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Normal,
Terry Callier,
Monolake,
Bobby Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
The United States of America,
X-101,
Spandau Ballet,
Ponytail,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Procol Harum,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Underground Resistance,
Bang On A Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ornette Coleman,
Nico,
Blossom Toes,
The Slits,
Black Pus,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.