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 Rwanda and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Names to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Angry Samoans,
The Mummies,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arcadia,
Lalann,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Music Machine,
Anakelly,
Lower 48,
The Human League,
Aswad,
Moby Grape,
Circle Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Mr. Review,
Eli Mardock,
The Wake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Youth Brigade,
Judy Mowatt,
Colin Newman,
Jacques Brel,
Amazonics,
Slick Rick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Animal Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick May,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smoke,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thee Headcoats,
Roger Hodgson,
Technova,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heaven 17,
Fluxion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jawbox,
Rotary Connection,
E-Dancer,
the Swans,
The Fugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cal Tjader,
Kayak,
Stiv Bators,
Bob Dylan,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Symarip,
Boredoms,
Camberwell Now,
Piero Umiliani,
Deepchord,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.