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 Yemen and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Germs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Hood,
the Association,
Ludus,
Ponytail,
Ten City,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slave,
The Offenders,
Sarah Menescal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Christie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sixth Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fall,
Loose Ends,
Magma,
Alphaville,
Henry Cow,
The Gun Club,
World's Most,
The Selecter,
Bobby Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blackbyrds,
Little Man,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Toasters,
Connie Case,
Babytalk,
X-102,
The Birthday Party,
Ronan,
Josef K,
Mr. Review,
The Fugs,
Joe Finger,
Rekid,
Parry Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rites of Spring,
Ronnie Foster,
June of 44,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grey Daturas,
Moebius,
The Invisible,
Pantaleimon,
Crooked Eye,
Kayak,
Khruangbin,
Japan,
Radiohead,
Kurtis Blow,
Basic Channel,
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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.