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 Tonga and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Soul Sonic Force to the crunk 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gories,
James White and The Blacks,
Von Mondo,
Silicon Teens,
KRS-One,
The Smiths,
The Cowsills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arthur Verocai,
Stiv Bators,
Sight & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ludus,
Boredoms,
Boz Scaggs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fortunes,
The Grass Roots,
the Germs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lakeside,
John Foxx,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Sneak,
The Tremeloes,
Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra,
Blossom Toes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Au Pairs,
Yellowson,
Ituana,
Masters at Work,
Carl Craig,
Spandau Ballet,
Scrapy,
Jawbox,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Swans,
Connie Case,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funky Four + One,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Association,
Scientists,
Moebius,
Country Teasers,
Sexual Harrassment,
China Crisis,
New Order,
Essential Logic,
Half Japanese,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.