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 Syria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Vladislav Delay to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Pantaleimon,
Gong,
the Swans,
Yellowson,
Sun City Girls,
UT,
Blake Baxter,
The Raincoats,
Guru Guru,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker,
Flash Fearless,
Alice Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
L. Decosne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nirvana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wally Richardson,
Camouflage,
Theoretical Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
Kaleidoscope,
Michelle Simonal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Wolf Eyes,
Dawn Penn,
Ponytail,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Görl,
the Sonics,
Scrapy,
The Cowsills,
the Germs,
Monolake,
The Fuzztones,
The Black Dice,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joyce Sims,
Average White Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pagans,
Skarface,
Newcleus,
Niagra,
Joey Negro,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Pussy Galore,
Panda Bear,
E-Dancer,
Donald Byrd,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.