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 Macedonia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Animal Collective to the electroclash 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Rotary Connection,
Animal Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Flipper,
Sight & Sound,
World's Most,
The Selecter,
Quantec,
Soulsonic Force,
Index,
Maleditus Sound,
The Litter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Thee Headcoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Leonard Cohen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Circle Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
Yazoo,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Near,
Motorama,
Little Man,
Spoonie Gee,
Popol Vuh,
the Human League,
Moebius,
Aural Exciters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Panda Bear,
Brick,
Chris & Cosey,
Anakelly,
Schoolly D,
Prince Buster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
China Crisis,
The Kinks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lightning Bolt,
Television Personalities,
The Tremeloes,
The Residents,
Magazine,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Velvet Underground,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.