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 Fiji and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cure to the disco 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Bauhaus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q65,
DJ Style,
Tim Buckley,
Adolescents,
Alison Limerick,
Brand Nubian,
Japan,
The Dead C,
Bootsy Collins,
Eli Mardock,
Panda Bear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Danielle Patucci,
The Busters,
Public Enemy,
L. Decosne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Malaria!,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Q and Not U,
Mission of Burma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Surgeon,
Ronnie Foster,
Rod Modell,
Guru Guru,
Lou Christie,
Country Teasers,
The Fortunes,
Jandek,
Zero Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry's Kids,
Marmalade,
Peter and Kerry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cal Tjader,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Near,
Terry Callier,
Los Fastidios,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Axelrod,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Red Krayola,
Graham Central Station,
Cybotron,
cv313,
Icehouse,
The Motions,
Bluetip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.