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 Comoros and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Moleskins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlback,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Carl Craig,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Smog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pagans,
The Index,
Main Source,
U.S. Maple,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Golliwogs,
Circle Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
The Mummies,
Neil Young,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacob Miller,
Qualms,
Bill Near,
Arthur Verocai,
Hardrive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suicide,
Liliput,
Y Pants,
Fugazi,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick May,
Procol Harum,
Second Layer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Tremeloes,
The Victims,
Minor Threat,
Ituana,
Eurythmics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soulsonic Force,
Niagra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
AZ,
Siglo XX,
Lower 48,
Connie Case,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kurtis Blow,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.