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 Liechtenstein and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Prince Buster 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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Black Sheep,
Soft Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
The Walker Brothers,
Carl Craig,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Yellowson,
B.T. Express,
Fluxion,
Television,
Stiv Bators,
The Dead C,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Trojans,
Joe Finger,
Agent Orange,
Tom Boy,
Anakelly,
Massinfluence,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Modern Lovers,
Soulsonic Force,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barbara Tucker,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiohead,
China Crisis,
Kurtis Blow,
Bush Tetras,
Cymande,
Slick Rick,
Country Teasers,
The New Christs,
One Last Wish,
Amazonics,
Lungfish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Y Pants,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick Morgan,
Toni Rubio,
Clear Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Wells,
Drexciya,
Black Moon,
The Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
X-101,
Guru Guru,
Erykah Badu,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.