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 Malaysia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonic Youth to the punk 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barry Ungar,
Babytalk,
Outsiders,
Tom Boy,
Moby Grape,
The Tremeloes,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gladiators,
The Cramps,
The Motions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy Collins,
Scion,
Josef K,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Sixth Finger,
Flipper,
Kerri Chandler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dual Sessions,
The Gories,
MC5,
the Association,
Moss Icon,
Basic Channel,
Donald Byrd,
Supertramp,
The Offenders,
Leonard Cohen,
Wally Richardson,
The Golliwogs,
Camberwell Now,
Mr. Review,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
Vladislav Delay,
Japan,
Soul II Soul,
Maleditus Sound,
The Skatalites,
Joensuu 1685,
the Germs,
Kas Product,
Visage,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
CMW,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick May,
The Modern Lovers,
Deakin,
Cameo,
The Litter,
Mark Hollis,
The Fall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minny Pops,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.