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 Gabon and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Panda Bear to the punk 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Altered Images,
The Fuzztones,
Blancmange,
Panda Bear,
Faust,
The Techniques,
Pussy Galore,
Surgeon,
Max Romeo,
Bauhaus,
The Leaves,
Minny Pops,
Cybotron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bluetip,
Khruangbin,
Pierre Henry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
The Misunderstood,
MC5,
DNA,
The Doors,
The Golliwogs,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Kinks,
Skaos,
Animal Collective,
The Last Poets,
Subhumans,
Kayak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Inner City,
Soulsonic Force,
Television,
OOIOO,
Patti Smith,
Parry Music,
Eddi Front,
Mission of Burma,
The Cramps,
This Heat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Desert Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Connie Case,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Mills,
Yaz,
Black Bananas,
Smog,
The Young Rascals,
Mandrill,
AZ,
Von Mondo,
The Angels of Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flash Fearless,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.