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 El Salvador and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Holt to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The J.B.'s,
Newcleus,
Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
KRS-One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Eating Sloth,
Groovy Waters,
Michelle Simonal,
Janne Schatter,
Monolake,
Wasted Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Metal Thangz,
Au Pairs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soulsonic Force,
Alphaville,
Cal Tjader,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Wyatt,
Nirvana,
Banda Bassotti,
Rosa Yemen,
Nils Olav,
Marvin Gaye,
Quantec,
X-Ray Spex,
The Remains,
Derrick May,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siglo XX,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cowsills,
X-102,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Bowie,
Todd Terry,
Morten Harket,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rotary Connection,
Altered Images,
Susan Cadogan,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arab on Radar,
Crime,
Icehouse,
Unwound,
The American Breed,
Skarface,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.