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 Slovakia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Bush Tetras to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '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 Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
B.T. Express,
the Association,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cecil Taylor,
Audionom,
Lalann,
Anthony Braxton,
Heaven 17,
The Litter,
The Sound,
Sparks,
Underground Resistance,
Jawbox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David McCallum,
The Dirtbombs,
Drexciya,
Hoover,
Mark Hollis,
Davy DMX,
Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
Porter Ricks,
Reagan Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Terry,
Kayak,
Minutemen,
Cymande,
E-Dancer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Isaac Hayes,
Fatback Band,
Mad Mike,
Rod Modell,
Pole,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Urselle,
Nils Olav,
Black Bananas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Cale,
cv313,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Buckinghams,
Clear Light,
Severed Heads,
The Durutti Column,
Smog,
CMW,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultravox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.