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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Glenn Branca to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Intrusion,
Minny Pops,
Pulsallama,
The Zeros,
Leonard Cohen,
Essential Logic,
X-101,
Quadrant,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jawbox,
The Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Axelrod,
Ice-T,
Joe Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Velvet Underground,
Whodini,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Slave,
The Birthday Party,
Bauhaus,
Technova,
Todd Terry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
Mantronix,
Joensuu 1685,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick Morgan,
Tropical Tobacco,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul II Soul,
Albert Ayler,
The Walker Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boz Scaggs,
The Busters,
Lalann,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Victims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bob Dylan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Black Dice,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moebius,
Khruangbin,
Rites of Spring,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Real Kids,
David McCallum,
The Saints,
Marc Almond,
Circle Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.