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 Morocco and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 Animal Collective to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harmonia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Technova,
The Names,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed,
Warsaw,
Pantytec,
Aswad,
Sparks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angry Samoans,
Anakelly,
Archie Shepp,
David McCallum,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalann,
Toni Rubio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barrington Levy,
Audionom,
The Five Americans,
The United States of America,
Sixth Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Donald Byrd,
Easy Going,
Cybotron,
The Cure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tom Boy,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bluetip,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Gichy Dan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zero Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Massinfluence,
Grey Daturas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pretty Things,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slackers,
Pere Ubu,
Section 25,
the Slits,
Jacques Brel,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.