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 South Sudan and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ponytail to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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?
Agitation Free,
The Durutti Column,
John Lydon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tubeway Army,
Brothers Johnson,
Cybotron,
Lalann,
Severed Heads,
MC5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Average White Band,
Neil Young,
Lakeside,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glenn Branca,
Barry Ungar,
Das Ding,
Minutemen,
Japan,
Flipper,
Los Fastidios,
The Zeros,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tom Boy,
Von Mondo,
Marvin Gaye,
Minnie Riperton,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mantronix,
The Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Groovy Waters,
Neu!,
Yusef Lateef,
The Raincoats,
Excepter,
Scan 7,
Steve Hackett,
The Dirtbombs,
Al Stewart,
The Black Dice,
Hasil Adkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magma,
Hardrive,
Gabor Szabo,
Yaz,
EPMD,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cowsills,
Sarah Menescal,
Kaleidoscope,
Sugar Minott,
Rod Modell,
Tim Buckley,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.