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 Algeria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stetsasonic to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pylon,
Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yellowson,
Infiniti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mojo Men,
The Cramps,
Rod Modell,
Ronan,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brass Construction,
Kool Moe Dee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grauzone,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wally Richardson,
Marine Girls,
Erasure,
The Gories,
Jeff Lynne,
Bad Manners,
The Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Slits,
Hardrive,
The Birthday Party,
Vladislav Delay,
Eli Mardock,
Josef K,
The Toasters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slave,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris & Cosey,
Supertramp,
Al Stewart,
Animal Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Leonard Cohen,
Wings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
Aaron Thompson,
Lyres,
Johnny Osbourne,
K-Klass,
Depeche Mode,
June of 44,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harmonia,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Connie Case,
Icehouse,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.