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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Black Flag to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Searchers,
Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oblivians,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
Agent Orange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
F. McDonald,
LL Cool J,
Blake Baxter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sandy B,
The Red Krayola,
Make Up,
Neil Young,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yaz,
Main Source,
OOIOO,
Sugar Minott,
Suburban Knight,
Chrome,
Hashim,
Cymande,
Suicide,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fat Boys,
Ten City,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry's Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
Godley & Creme,
Black Flag,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joey Negro,
Pierre Henry,
Depeche Mode,
Public Image Ltd.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Sneak,
Ludus,
Deakin,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül,
Nick Fraelich,
Essential Logic,
Public Enemy,
Joyce Sims,
The Moody Blues,
Country Teasers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stereo Dub,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.