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 Albania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum 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 David McCallum to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 guitar 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Oblivians,
The Cosmic Jokers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kas Product,
Alice Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Suicide,
Faust,
Bluetip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Loose Ends,
Outsiders,
The Associates,
Mandrill,
The Barracudas,
The Residents,
Cluster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun City Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Christie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siglo XX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Franke,
The J.B.'s,
China Crisis,
Zapp,
Freddie Wadling,
Amazonics,
The Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Smog,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Groovy Waters,
Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Barbara Tucker,
KRS-One,
Fad Gadget,
Pere Ubu,
Niagra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Panda Bear,
Magazine,
Cybotron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yaz,
Bang On A Can,
Ohio Players,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Excepter,
X-102,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rites of Spring,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.