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 Iran and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Black Moon to the electroclash 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxy Music,
Loose Ends,
Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
Essential Logic,
Tubeway Army,
Inner City,
Cal Tjader,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Beau Brummels,
Mandrill,
Malaria!,
Soft Machine,
Kas Product,
H. Thieme,
The Buckinghams,
Glenn Branca,
The Evens,
Lyres,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Finger,
The Five Americans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Fraelich,
Interpol,
Arthur Verocai,
Scan 7,
Hoover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cymande,
Graham Central Station,
Can,
The Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Star Department,
Minnie Riperton,
The Trojans,
Eurythmics,
Surgeon,
The Gun Club,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cure,
Hot Snakes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
The J.B.'s,
Pylon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brass Construction,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Leaves,
James White and The Blacks,
Nas,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.