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 Laos and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Siglo XX to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Whodini,
Lyres,
Sun City Girls,
The United States of America,
ABC,
Kenny Larkin,
Spandau Ballet,
Skaos,
Dark Day,
Simply Red,
cv313,
The Doors,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ice-T,
Anakelly,
Robert Hood,
Lakeside,
Dual Sessions,
Country Teasers,
Liliput,
Harmonia,
Soft Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Wells,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ossler,
Crash Course in Science,
Pole,
Lower 48,
Sarah Menescal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül,
Idris Muhammad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joy Division,
Donny Hathaway,
The Barracudas,
a-ha,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aswad,
Easy Going,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
Eden Ahbez,
Agitation Free,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bob Dylan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Count Five,
Oblivians,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Cell,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.