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 Bhutan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Au Pairs to the rap 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Ralphi Rosario,
Al Stewart,
The Standells,
Unwound,
The Barracudas,
The Motions,
Drexciya,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Youth Brigade,
Pole,
Ornette Coleman,
Bush Tetras,
Motorama,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantaleimon,
Reagan Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Chrome,
Cecil Taylor,
Charles Mingus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jandek,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stiv Bators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jawbox,
Silicon Teens,
The Star Department,
Max Romeo,
Yaz,
Danielle Patucci,
Camberwell Now,
Brick,
U.S. Maple,
Pantytec,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slave,
Parry Music,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra,
Angry Samoans,
The Litter,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Kinks,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gories,
Byron Stingily,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dave Gahan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ohio Players,
Moss Icon,
The Count Five,
Moby Grape,
Junior Murvin,
PIL,
the Swans,
Malaria!,
Chris Corsano,
Model 500,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.