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 Colombia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Panda Bear to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Eddi Front,
Spandau Ballet,
OOIOO,
KRS-One,
Model 500,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Pus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Laurel Aitken,
Minnie Riperton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Last Poets,
The Cure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers,
Pantaleimon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slits,
The Selecter,
Von Mondo,
Stetsasonic,
Darondo,
David McCallum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soulsonic Force,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Happenings,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Osbourne,
K-Klass,
The Trojans,
The Grass Roots,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter and Kerry,
Oblivians,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mad Mike,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül II,
Archie Shepp,
Patti Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visage,
PIL,
Tres Demented,
Excepter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Görl,
The Associates,
Rekid,
The Red Krayola,
Fad Gadget,
Metal Thangz,
Terry Callier,
Slave,
Josef K,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.