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 Mexico and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slick Rick 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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?
Visage,
Skaos,
Brick,
L. Decosne,
Yazoo,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Enemy,
Loose Ends,
Organ,
Fear,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mars,
Boz Scaggs,
Marmalade,
The Real Kids,
Yaz,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Morten Harket,
Deadbeat,
Pylon,
Matthew Halsall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Infiniti,
Au Pairs,
Porter Ricks,
JFA,
Joe Finger,
Anakelly,
Stetsasonic,
Ponytail,
Girls At Our Best!,
Steve Hackett,
Fugazi,
The Monks,
The Dead C,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thee Headcoats,
The Move,
Cameo,
Sandy B,
Kaleidoscope,
Susan Cadogan,
Erasure,
Minny Pops,
Black Pus,
The Fall,
Eli Mardock,
Joy Division,
Tears for Fears,
Excepter,
The American Breed,
David Axelrod,
Ohio Players,
Funky Four + One,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.