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 Botswana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yusef Lateef to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Public Enemy,
Newcleus,
The Gun Club,
The Sisters of Mercy,
48th St. Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lower 48,
China Crisis,
Ultra Naté,
Godley & Creme,
Ituana,
Al Stewart,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Judy Mowatt,
Connie Case,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nirvana,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Das Ding,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Walker Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Grass Roots,
The Toasters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lakeside,
Toni Rubio,
Drexciya,
Aaron Thompson,
PIL,
The Victims,
Wings,
Nico,
Anakelly,
Buzzcocks,
The Smoke,
Jacob Miller,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Marmalade,
Bobby Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Archie Shepp,
Davy DMX,
Suicide,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kayak,
Pierre Henry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.