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 Estonia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 10cc to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Smog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Dolphy,
ABBA,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gladiators,
Sonny Sharrock,
Iggy Pop,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erasure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sparks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Cell,
The Remains,
The Martian,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stetsasonic,
The Black Dice,
Brothers Johnson,
Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
The Searchers,
AZ,
The Seeds,
Parry Music,
Yaz,
Guru Guru,
Pagans,
Quadrant,
The Busters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lucky Dragons,
Average White Band,
The Gap Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Altered Images,
Arab on Radar,
Mark Hollis,
Prince Buster,
Supertramp,
Morten Harket,
Nils Olav,
The Dave Clark Five,
Porter Ricks,
Eden Ahbez,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Move,
Man Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Inner City,
Scan 7,
Blancmange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.