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 Andorra and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Jacques Brel to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Panda Bear,
Magazine,
The Mummies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacques Brel,
The Neon Judgement,
Michelle Simonal,
The Associates,
Anakelly,
The Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Khruangbin,
The Names,
Reuben Wilson,
Scan 7,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blake Baxter,
Brick,
Sixth Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
FM Einheit,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker,
The Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Make Up,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
The Stooges,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rufus Thomas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cybotron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronnie Foster,
Bauhaus,
The Motions,
Procol Harum,
Drexciya,
Vainqueur,
Circle Jerks,
PIL,
Grey Daturas,
Wings,
Peter & Gordon,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q65,
Scientists,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.