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 Cuba and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Joy Division to the grunge 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Sonics,
Scan 7,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Christie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Iggy Pop,
The Slackers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Massinfluence,
Supertramp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Underground Resistance,
Deepchord,
Unrelated Segments,
Agitation Free,
Ludus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalann,
Lakeside,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Bourne,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jandek,
Soft Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Music Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-Ray Spex,
The Kinks,
The Grass Roots,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siglo XX,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Parry Music,
Marine Girls,
Goldenarms,
Aswad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bush Tetras,
Blossom Toes,
The Pop Group,
Nirvana,
Drexciya,
Carl Craig,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.