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 Haiti and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Young Marble Giants to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
The New Christs,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Green,
The Saints,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T. Rex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalann,
Bush Tetras,
Panda Bear,
Sonic Youth,
The Skatalites,
The Buckinghams,
The Wake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
10cc,
David Bowie,
Trumans Water,
Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stetsasonic,
Pylon,
Faust,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Style,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nils Olav,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sugar Minott,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABC,
Inner City,
Symarip,
Jeff Lynne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Newcleus,
Charles Mingus,
Albert Ayler,
Organ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crooked Eye,
Crime,
The Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Rundgren,
David Axelrod,
Cluster,
Marmalade,
Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lower 48,
Bobby Byrd,
Dead Boys,
Gong,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.