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 Malawi and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Negative Approach to the disco 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sixth Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warsaw,
Lou Christie,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispy Ambulance,
PIL,
Country Teasers,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The American Breed,
Lucky Dragons,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Trumans Water,
Icehouse,
Junior Murvin,
the Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Byron Stingily,
Technova,
L. Decosne,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül II,
Babytalk,
Pantytec,
Nik Kershaw,
The Searchers,
Pussy Galore,
The Young Rascals,
The Skatalites,
UT,
Urselle,
Quantec,
Niagra,
The Music Machine,
Interpol,
Eurythmics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
These Immortal Souls,
David Axelrod,
Aswad,
Juan Atkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter & Gordon,
Sound Behaviour,
Rapeman,
Jacob Miller,
Terry Callier,
Mad Mike,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Techniques,
Symarip,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.