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 United Kingdom and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moody Blues to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Ten City,
Radiohead,
Trumans Water,
Hoover,
The Monochrome Set,
Cameo,
The Kinks,
Lindisfarne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sixth Finger,
Slick Rick,
China Crisis,
Yellowson,
Danielle Patucci,
the Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shuggie Otis,
Khruangbin,
the Association,
The Modern Lovers,
Lyres,
Interpol,
Loose Ends,
Parry Music,
Dawn Penn,
The Vogues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suburban Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sonics,
John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Technova,
The Golliwogs,
Hasil Adkins,
Moby Grape,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Severed Heads,
The Grass Roots,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Beau Brummels,
Cheater Slicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Con Funk Shun,
Alton Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crime,
Robert Hood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Metal Thangz,
Skaos,
the Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
R.M.O.,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare,
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.