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 France and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Harpers Bizarre to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Animal Collective,
Deakin,
Panda Bear,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris Corsano,
F. McDonald,
The Smiths,
Malaria!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultra Naté,
Mo-Dettes,
Wally Richardson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agent Orange,
China Crisis,
Magma,
Crime,
Blossom Toes,
The Techniques,
Fear,
Joey Negro,
The Litter,
Marmalade,
Heaven 17,
10cc,
Jawbox,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doors,
Aswad,
The Martian,
The Durutti Column,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Zeros,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pulsallama,
David Axelrod,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Patti Smith,
Siglo XX,
Rapeman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxette,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Order,
Popol Vuh,
Davy DMX,
Aural Exciters,
The Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.