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 Tunisia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sex Pistols to the crunk 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Doors,
a-ha,
The Names,
Von Mondo,
Television Personalities,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Busters,
Aaron Thompson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swans,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash,
Smog,
Crash Course in Science,
Scientists,
New Age Steppers,
Oblivians,
Pierre Henry,
Flipper,
DJ Sneak,
Malaria!,
Arcadia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minor Threat,
Tim Buckley,
Fela Kuti,
Das Ding,
Unrelated Segments,
Nas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Al Stewart,
Whodini,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chrome,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Christie,
Agitation Free,
The Buckinghams,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Eddi Front,
The Tremeloes,
The Modern Lovers,
Shuggie Otis,
Hoover,
Amon Düül,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drexciya,
Vainqueur,
Max Romeo,
The Toasters,
Slave,
Joyce Sims,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.