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 Italy and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Animal Collective 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faust,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Görl,
Rod Modell,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Ossler,
Babytalk,
EPMD,
Oneida,
Quadrant,
the Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Ultravox,
Neu!,
Arcadia,
Lyres,
Sällskapet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fugazi,
The Techniques,
Scion,
Rites of Spring,
AZ,
Glenn Branca,
Flipper,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gap Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moody Blues,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Josef K,
Brothers Johnson,
MC5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxette,
The Gladiators,
Laurel Aitken,
Fear,
Khruangbin,
The Remains,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott Heron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Christie,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Hill,
Pere Ubu,
Dark Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nas,
Bush Tetras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Youth Brigade,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.