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 Nigeria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Max Romeo to the rock 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
ABC,
The Divine Comedy,
The Saints,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deakin,
The Fuzztones,
The Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Boredoms,
John Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Excepter,
Alton Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donald Byrd,
Erasure,
R.M.O.,
DNA,
The Blues Magoos,
The Angels of Light,
Eddi Front,
Ornette Coleman,
Cluster,
Fatback Band,
Iggy Pop,
Panda Bear,
Susan Cadogan,
The Searchers,
Sister Nancy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fear,
Byron Stingily,
The Music Machine,
LL Cool J,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maurizio,
the Swans,
Neu!,
Charles Mingus,
Lower 48,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Inner City,
Gang Green,
Qualms,
Deadbeat,
Joe Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
Essential Logic,
The Associates,
Blossom Toes,
Banda Bassotti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sarah Menescal,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.