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 Haiti and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 a-ha to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scion,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marmalade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aural Exciters,
Maurizio,
Dorothy Ashby,
MC5,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amazonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smoke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
H. Thieme,
UT,
Piero Umiliani,
Ten City,
Japan,
The Martian,
Black Moon,
Danielle Patucci,
The Busters,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moleskins,
The Victims,
Youth Brigade,
The Remains,
Public Enemy,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronan,
The Motions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minny Pops,
Brass Construction,
Yusef Lateef,
Quadrant,
The Associates,
Mad Mike,
Smog,
Pierre Henry,
Joy Division,
Oneida,
Junior Murvin,
Babytalk,
Inner City,
Cal Tjader,
Tim Buckley,
Fatback Band,
Magma,
Cybotron,
Bad Manners,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scratch Acid,
The Fugs,
The J.B.'s,
Brick,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.