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 Oman and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Jandek,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gun Club,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Agitation Free,
The American Breed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Buzzcocks,
Blancmange,
Nik Kershaw,
Prince Buster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minor Threat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brick,
E-Dancer,
Severed Heads,
Marc Almond,
Traffic Nightmare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q65,
Liliput,
Don Cherry,
Erasure,
Babytalk,
Scan 7,
Pulsallama,
Scrapy,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nirvana,
Unwound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television Personalities,
Scratch Acid,
New York Dolls,
R.M.O.,
Susan Cadogan,
Ponytail,
Anakelly,
Das Ding,
X-101,
Crash Course in Science,
The Buckinghams,
Al Stewart,
Public Enemy,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Foxx,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy Collins,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Fraelich,
FM Einheit,
the Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
Infiniti,
Wire,
Country Teasers,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.