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 Korea South and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rekid,
Fela Kuti,
Severed Heads,
Pussy Galore,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slackers,
Scion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eddi Front,
kango's stein massive,
Chrome,
Iggy Pop,
The Evens,
Terry Callier,
The Smoke,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Y Pants,
Sonic Youth,
Darondo,
Don Cherry,
Camouflage,
John Holt,
The J.B.'s,
Underground Resistance,
June of 44,
Jawbox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Green,
Scan 7,
Swell Maps,
Vainqueur,
Howard Jones,
Section 25,
Gichy Dan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anakelly,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
the Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
Massinfluence,
The Residents,
The Fortunes,
Albert Ayler,
The Barracudas,
Anthony Braxton,
T.S.O.L.,
Brick,
The Five Americans,
Slick Rick,
Kas Product,
Audionom,
The Angels of Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.