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 Bahrain and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Panda Bear,
The Skatalites,
Vladislav Delay,
John Foxx,
Swell Maps,
The Fall,
The Dirtbombs,
Crash Course in Science,
Carl Craig,
The Divine Comedy,
Silicon Teens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Sneak,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stiv Bators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
F. McDonald,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Shuggie Otis,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sonics,
The Sound,
Wings,
Heaven 17,
Lower 48,
Dennis Brown,
Hasil Adkins,
Nils Olav,
Ornette Coleman,
The Wake,
Patti Smith,
The Gories,
Qualms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy Collins,
Mars,
Cheater Slicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Morten Harket,
These Immortal Souls,
CMW,
The Real Kids,
The Tremeloes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minor Threat,
Scratch Acid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Theoretical Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lakeside,
Barrington Levy,
Jandek,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glenn Branca,
Malaria!,
Bush Tetras,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.