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 Bangladesh and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Easy Going to the rock 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Aloha Tigers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Television,
Wire,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
the Fania All-Stars,
Adolescents,
The Zeros,
the Germs,
Echospace,
The Sonics,
Royal Trux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aural Exciters,
New Order,
Gang Starr,
The Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gladiators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lungfish,
Barbara Tucker,
Nik Kershaw,
Swans,
Stereo Dub,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Make Up,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blues Magoos,
Liliput,
T. Rex,
Nico,
KRS-One,
The Fugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerrie Biddell,
Charles Mingus,
Joey Negro,
Absolute Body Control,
Accadde A,
Eyeless In Gaza,
EPMD,
Vladislav Delay,
The Invisible,
The Gap Band,
Simply Red,
Amazonics,
Marmalade,
Audionom,
Hardrive,
Terry Callier,
Nick Fraelich,
The Kinks,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.