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 Brunei and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pole to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bauhaus,
The Doors,
Mad Mike,
Yazoo,
Roxette,
Alice Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pylon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Star Department,
The Kinks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cramps,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Görl,
Blossom Toes,
Joyce Sims,
Quando Quango,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MDC,
Toni Rubio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick May,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Zeros,
The Gladiators,
The Durutti Column,
Mark Hollis,
Warsaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sparks,
Zero Boys,
MC5,
Au Pairs,
The Associates,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Goldenarms,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Rundgren,
Tres Demented,
Easy Going,
Animal Collective,
Echospace,
Yellowson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brick,
The Martian,
48th St. Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vladislav Delay,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.