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 Indonesia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Funky Four + One to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a 808 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Brass Construction,
The Wake,
Japan,
Eric Copeland,
Cecil Taylor,
Silicon Teens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Smog,
Ornette Coleman,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABC,
Piero Umiliani,
John Cale,
the Sonics,
EPMD,
Warren Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Symarip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fad Gadget,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Agent Orange,
Lightning Bolt,
Soulsonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Style,
Graham Central Station,
Rotary Connection,
Tres Demented,
China Crisis,
Cluster,
Nas,
Judy Mowatt,
Althea and Donna,
David Bowie,
Ituana,
Toni Rubio,
Tears for Fears,
Lungfish,
Tom Boy,
Sällskapet,
Rapeman,
UT,
Drexciya,
Scion,
The Star Department,
Charles Mingus,
The Gap Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roger Hodgson,
Panda Bear,
Hot Snakes,
Mo-Dettes,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.