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 Italy and from New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Blackbyrds,
Pussy Galore,
Organ,
Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Flag,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Henry Cow,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Rundgren,
Zero Boys,
Moebius,
Yellowson,
Letta Mbulu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra,
Tim Buckley,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Toni Rubio,
Fugazi,
The Buckinghams,
Negative Approach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wire,
Boogie Down Productions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers,
Deadbeat,
AZ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Searchers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Malaria!,
kango's stein massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mantronix,
The Busters,
The Smoke,
Audionom,
Janne Schatter,
Arcadia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
Ituana,
Scratch Acid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Normal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Essential Logic,
Brick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Pus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.