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 Namibia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 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 Supertramp to the techno 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Letta Mbulu,
John Holt,
Brass Construction,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sound,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül,
Hot Snakes,
The Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Massinfluence,
Hoover,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
Tears for Fears,
Black Bananas,
Lyres,
Jacob Miller,
The New Christs,
Max Romeo,
Barrington Levy,
The Beau Brummels,
R.M.O.,
Subhumans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drexciya,
The Misunderstood,
The Last Poets,
The Music Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fat Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
The American Breed,
DJ Sneak,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sister Nancy,
Popol Vuh,
Morten Harket,
John Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Marine Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moleskins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Severed Heads,
Livin' Joy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Juan Atkins,
Sixth Finger,
Agitation Free,
The Fugs,
The Selecter,
Idris Muhammad,
Rekid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Albert Ayler,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Rites of Spring,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.