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 Liechtenstein and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Pulsallama to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Pus,
Andrew Hill,
Public Enemy,
Yusef Lateef,
Dual Sessions,
The Gun Club,
Infiniti,
DJ Style,
Crime,
Parry Music,
Magazine,
Letta Mbulu,
Television Personalities,
Black Moon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Desert Stars,
Simply Red,
The Walker Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ice-T,
Scan 7,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rod Modell,
Carl Craig,
Moebius,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smiths,
E-Dancer,
Bill Near,
L. Decosne,
Silicon Teens,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sound,
Drexciya,
The Knickerbockers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scratch Acid,
The Fire Engines,
The Victims,
In Retrospect,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Wyatt,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Supertramp,
Albert Ayler,
Marmalade,
Clear Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Make Up,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slave,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Index,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.