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 Luxembourg and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Circle Jerks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra,
Buzzcocks,
Yazoo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bluetip,
Lyres,
Ronnie Foster,
Los Fastidios,
Barbara Tucker,
Cybotron,
Johnny Clarke,
Anakelly,
Warsaw,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Oblivians,
Arcadia,
Surgeon,
Deadbeat,
Gang Green,
H. Thieme,
John Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharoah Sanders,
Infiniti,
Fat Boys,
E-Dancer,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Halsall,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonic Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hasil Adkins,
The Red Krayola,
Easy Going,
James White and The Blacks,
Piero Umiliani,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lower 48,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dave Gahan,
Kas Product,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Sheep,
Ultravox,
Kevin Saunderson,
Inner City,
Tommy Roe,
Talk Talk,
Zapp,
Connie Case,
ABBA,
Malaria!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alison Limerick,
Cecil Taylor,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.