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 Taiwan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Subhumans,
Joensuu 1685,
Minny Pops,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mr. Review,
Khruangbin,
The Zeros,
The Count Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantytec,
Aural Exciters,
Groovy Waters,
Television,
Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ten City,
Rufus Thomas,
Trumans Water,
cv313,
Barry Ungar,
Prince Buster,
The Cramps,
These Immortal Souls,
Sugar Minott,
Patti Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James White and The Blacks,
Bush Tetras,
the Germs,
Skarface,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minnie Riperton,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Fraelich,
Main Source,
Lindisfarne,
OOIOO,
Ohio Players,
Tom Boy,
Black Flag,
The Dead C,
The Barracudas,
Jacob Miller,
Silicon Teens,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultravox,
Gang of Four,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul Sonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
The Sonics,
Rapeman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Depeche Mode,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.