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 Cambodia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Amazonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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?
Blossom Toes,
Joensuu 1685,
Laurel Aitken,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Near,
The Young Rascals,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Axelrod,
Joy Division,
CMW,
Altered Images,
Funkadelic,
Average White Band,
FM Einheit,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Interpol,
The Searchers,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tim Buckley,
Newcleus,
Eden Ahbez,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lakeside,
Brand Nubian,
Motorama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tomorrow,
Fear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Niagra,
Technova,
The Gories,
Grauzone,
Amazonics,
Drexciya,
The Mojo Men,
Zapp,
Aswad,
DJ Sneak,
Pierre Henry,
The Remains,
Sarah Menescal,
Lucky Dragons,
Wasted Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Piero Umiliani,
Girls At Our Best!,
Model 500,
Davy DMX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rekid,
The Fuzztones,
K-Klass,
World's Most,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantytec,
Simply Red,
Man Parrish,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.