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 Pakistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scrapy to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flash Fearless,
Stetsasonic,
Sparks,
Lightning Bolt,
Desert Stars,
Infiniti,
Parry Music,
The Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Charles Mingus,
Slave,
Colin Newman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cluster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boredoms,
Rosa Yemen,
ABC,
Silicon Teens,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Main Source,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mandrill,
Trumans Water,
The Real Kids,
The Star Department,
Fela Kuti,
Technova,
The American Breed,
Talk Talk,
The Grass Roots,
Alton Ellis,
Quando Quango,
John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
The Human League,
Cymande,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sugar Minott,
Urselle,
The Monks,
The Wake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric B and Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brand Nubian,
Susan Cadogan,
Cal Tjader,
Godley & Creme,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.