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 New Zealand and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Gladiators,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Severed Heads,
PIL,
Absolute Body Control,
Mission of Burma,
The Happenings,
DJ Sneak,
The Divine Comedy,
Dead Boys,
T. Rex,
Wings,
These Immortal Souls,
a-ha,
The Associates,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang of Four,
The Cure,
Moby Grape,
The Doors,
Popol Vuh,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June of 44,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Pus,
The Dirtbombs,
Tres Demented,
Subhumans,
Ituana,
Index,
Swell Maps,
Gichy Dan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Joe Finger,
Drexciya,
Gang Green,
Young Marble Giants,
Quadrant,
Letta Mbulu,
Faust,
Hardrive,
China Crisis,
Yusef Lateef,
Stetsasonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fear,
Bob Dylan,
Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
Television,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joyce Sims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chrome,
H. Thieme,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.