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 Colombia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 Panda Bear to the jazz 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Quadrant,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
Archie Shepp,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Tim Buckley,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Axelrod,
Byron Stingily,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crime,
the Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Harmonia,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hoover,
Hashim,
Bauhaus,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare,
X-Ray Spex,
10cc,
Sällskapet,
The Doors,
Circle Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sonics,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Mills,
Oneida,
Tres Demented,
The Cure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swans,
E-Dancer,
Maurizio,
Robert Hood,
Gabor Szabo,
Ice-T,
Bad Manners,
Joe Smooth,
Moebius,
Fad Gadget,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pere Ubu,
Flash Fearless,
Chris & Cosey,
Suicide,
Ponytail,
The Saints,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerrie Biddell,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Negative Approach,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.