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 Barbados and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mandrill to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Count Five,
Organ,
R.M.O.,
Scientists,
Stockholm Monsters,
Duran Duran,
The Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
One Last Wish,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Starr,
UT,
Agitation Free,
K-Klass,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pole,
DJ Style,
Lower 48,
kango's stein massive,
John Lydon,
Archie Shepp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dead C,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ice-T,
Altered Images,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Pylon,
June of 44,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacob Miller,
Funky Four + One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visage,
Roxy Music,
the Swans,
The Golliwogs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mantronix,
The Cowsills,
The Blackbyrds,
The Neon Judgement,
Sixth Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
New York Dolls,
T.S.O.L.,
Half Japanese,
D'Angelo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ken Boothe,
Nils Olav,
Bluetip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Womack,
Y Pants,
The Index,
Ornette Coleman,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.