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 Slovakia and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Procol Harum to the grunge 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Parry Music,
Black Sheep,
48th St. Collective,
Terry Callier,
Basic Channel,
Negative Approach,
Unwound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Henry Cow,
The J.B.'s,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed,
Country Teasers,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fear,
the Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Smiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oneida,
Urselle,
Fat Boys,
Ohio Players,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
The Motions,
Organ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The New Christs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kurtis Blow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Underground Resistance,
Yellowson,
Grey Daturas,
Hashim,
Theoretical Girls,
Mr. Review,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Icehouse,
Suburban Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marcia Griffiths,
The United States of America,
Crispian St. Peters,
Index,
Bobby Sherman,
Carl Craig,
Accadde A,
Bauhaus,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.