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 Vanuatu and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Divine Comedy,
David Axelrod,
Niagra,
Marcia Griffiths,
China Crisis,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Young Rascals,
The Kinks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kas Product,
The Misunderstood,
Accadde A,
Danielle Patucci,
Steve Hackett,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
Aloha Tigers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Half Japanese,
L. Decosne,
Vainqueur,
Harpers Bizarre,
U.S. Maple,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronnie Foster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Detroit Cobras,
Freddie Wadling,
Scrapy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronan,
Dark Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxette,
Shuggie Otis,
The United States of America,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
Magma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Letta Mbulu,
Fluxion,
Grey Daturas,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Motions,
Rufus Thomas,
Pagans,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Style,
Television,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.