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 Mauritius and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 F. McDonald to the punk 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Motorama,
R.M.O.,
Inner City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang of Four,
The Remains,
The Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
Crooked Eye,
The Searchers,
Nirvana,
Yusef Lateef,
ABBA,
The Birthday Party,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hot Snakes,
Pantaleimon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gabor Szabo,
This Heat,
The Associates,
Funkadelic,
Fear,
Mantronix,
Half Japanese,
Sarah Menescal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultra Naté,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Starr,
Junior Murvin,
Royal Trux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
KRS-One,
Patti Smith,
Chrome,
Bad Manners,
Technova,
The Walker Brothers,
Yellowson,
Amazonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
Hardrive,
a-ha,
Loose Ends,
Pantytec,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Trojans,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers,
Ronan,
Smog,
Nico,
Sandy B,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ornette Coleman,
Fluxion,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.