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 Macedonia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mission of Burma to the rap 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 a snare and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bob Dylan,
Anthony Braxton,
JFA,
Derrick May,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Hill,
Fear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spoonie Gee,
Judy Mowatt,
Nils Olav,
The Move,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lindisfarne,
Fad Gadget,
The J.B.'s,
Section 25,
Joyce Sims,
DNA,
Wasted Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Dark Day,
Quadrant,
AZ,
the Human League,
The Moleskins,
The Smoke,
Chris Corsano,
David McCallum,
U.S. Maple,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moss Icon,
Shuggie Otis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bauhaus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mummies,
Los Fastidios,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grey Daturas,
Peter & Gordon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Misunderstood,
The Victims,
Rufus Thomas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tres Demented,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Make Up,
Archie Shepp,
ABBA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Black Sheep,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.