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 Togo and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tears for Fears to the disco 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Cluster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minny Pops,
Freddie Wadling,
Theoretical Girls,
L. Decosne,
LL Cool J,
Joe Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Pantytec,
Sparks,
La Düsseldorf,
Connie Case,
New Order,
The Mummies,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Associates,
Tomorrow,
Whodini,
OOIOO,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James White and The Blacks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
Agent Orange,
Darondo,
Bronski Beat,
Symarip,
Gichy Dan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry's Kids,
Juan Atkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dennis Brown,
Judy Mowatt,
Rekid,
Niagra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Toni Rubio,
Aural Exciters,
Brothers Johnson,
Maurizio,
Mo-Dettes,
Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quantec,
The Last Poets,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q and Not U,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cameo,
Eurythmics,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.