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 Kosovo and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Fugs to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Ultravox,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronan,
Blossom Toes,
The Happenings,
Robert Görl,
The Remains,
Mandrill,
Nas,
The Move,
Juan Atkins,
Nils Olav,
Kenny Larkin,
the Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pylon,
Jeff Mills,
Morten Harket,
the Normal,
Swans,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker,
Wally Richardson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skarface,
Lou Reed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Cameo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ken Boothe,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers,
Isaac Hayes,
B.T. Express,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Hood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monolake,
Brass Construction,
Nik Kershaw,
The Birthday Party,
Visage,
X-102,
Graham Central Station,
Sparks,
Rekid,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Crime,
The Doors,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.