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 Israel and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Janne Schatter,
L. Decosne,
10cc,
The Kinks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
Black Moon,
Grey Daturas,
Deadbeat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Trumans Water,
Glenn Branca,
Scan 7,
Ten City,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra,
The Fall,
Marc Almond,
MDC,
Fat Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Sarah Menescal,
Monolake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
T. Rex,
Public Enemy,
The Standells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Intrusion,
The Gories,
The Offenders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suicide,
Henry Cow,
The Trojans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erykah Badu,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick May,
The Fortunes,
The Litter,
the Bar-Kays,
MC5,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Halsall,
The Black Dice,
Prince Buster,
Magma,
Wolf Eyes,
Surgeon,
Smog,
Crime,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.