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 Philippines and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yusef Lateef to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Royal Trux,
Country Teasers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gun Club,
Mandrill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yaz,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Procol Harum,
Mars,
Sällskapet,
MDC,
The Wake,
Camberwell Now,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boz Scaggs,
Skaos,
Public Enemy,
Neu!,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Womack,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
EPMD,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deepchord,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Steve Hackett,
The Offenders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Junior Murvin,
Nils Olav,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Terry,
Monolake,
Interpol,
Oneida,
Rapeman,
Q and Not U,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liliput,
Gang Starr,
Jimmy McGriff,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Sparks,
Accadde A,
Soulsonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
Fela Kuti,
Mr. Review,
Model 500,
The Cure,
The Victims,
Blake Baxter,
Yusef Lateef,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.