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 Jamaica and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Oneida to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Golliwogs,
Delta 5,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Starr,
Niagra,
Colin Newman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Sneak,
Q and Not U,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Flag,
Maurizio,
Howard Jones,
Joy Division,
Chris Corsano,
Depeche Mode,
The Velvet Underground,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Saints,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faraquet,
Pierre Henry,
Peter & Gordon,
Scientists,
Marvin Gaye,
The Young Rascals,
Bluetip,
Ponytail,
Ice-T,
Gichy Dan,
Echospace,
Goldenarms,
The Count Five,
Godley & Creme,
Lindisfarne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scan 7,
Jeff Mills,
The Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monolake,
Yellowson,
FM Einheit,
Neu!,
China Crisis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Section 25,
Unwound,
Cheater Slicks,
Outsiders,
The Gladiators,
Supertramp,
Charles Mingus,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.