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 Lebanon and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nico to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
John Cale,
Kas Product,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nation of Ulysses,
Leonard Cohen,
Charles Mingus,
Franke,
Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Freddie Wadling,
Duran Duran,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
The Move,
Wally Richardson,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
H. Thieme,
The Fugs,
Al Stewart,
Pierre Henry,
Wasted Youth,
One Last Wish,
The Trojans,
Cecil Taylor,
James White and The Blacks,
Scratch Acid,
Pagans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Hood,
Symarip,
E-Dancer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Judy Mowatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Pulsallama,
Morten Harket,
Nils Olav,
Radiohead,
Pussy Galore,
Newcleus,
Bobby Sherman,
Wolf Eyes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yaz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Darondo,
Moss Icon,
Silicon Teens,
Oneida,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Young Rascals,
Clear Light,
Rekid,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Invisible,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.