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 Afghanistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Vainqueur,
The Happenings,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Normal,
Panda Bear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siglo XX,
Motorama,
The Last Poets,
H. Thieme,
Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
The Music Machine,
Connie Case,
CMW,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chrome,
John Lydon,
Sixth Finger,
Section 25,
Anthony Braxton,
James White and The Blacks,
Cameo,
Crime,
Kerri Chandler,
Niagra,
DJ Style,
The Remains,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cramps,
Dawn Penn,
Masters at Work,
Newcleus,
Man Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
New York Dolls,
Zero Boys,
Altered Images,
Marshall Jefferson,
Procol Harum,
Essential Logic,
Rapeman,
The Gladiators,
The Toasters,
Delta 5,
The Invisible,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fortunes,
MDC,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gun Club,
Neu!,
Fat Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Average White Band,
Circle Jerks,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deakin,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.