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 Montenegro and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Terry Callier to the funk 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Martian,
Saccharine Trust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
PIL,
One Last Wish,
Scratch Acid,
Soul II Soul,
The Pop Group,
China Crisis,
Ponytail,
Gastr Del Sol,
Silicon Teens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Copeland,
Talk Talk,
Minutemen,
The Smoke,
Iggy Pop,
the Bar-Kays,
Dorothy Ashby,
Groovy Waters,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dead C,
Black Moon,
Von Mondo,
Bad Manners,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ten City,
Banda Bassotti,
Section 25,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slits,
Little Man,
Bob Dylan,
The Zeros,
The Slackers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Babytalk,
Intrusion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxy Music,
Ultra Naté,
The Stooges,
Cecil Taylor,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Sheep,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liliput,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Model 500,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.