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 Vanuatu and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Pretty Things to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Groovy Waters,
Alice Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Porter Ricks,
Country Teasers,
Hasil Adkins,
Babytalk,
Ken Boothe,
Loose Ends,
Quadrant,
John Holt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ice-T,
Massinfluence,
Kaleidoscope,
Minny Pops,
Outsiders,
Theoretical Girls,
Yaz,
Vainqueur,
Shoche,
Stetsasonic,
Technova,
Agent Orange,
Jacob Miller,
Underground Resistance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oblivians,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantaleimon,
Darondo,
Erasure,
Livin' Joy,
Make Up,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Faust,
The Fortunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hoover,
Lucky Dragons,
The Residents,
Pylon,
Royal Trux,
Das Ding,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Five Americans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harmonia,
Magazine,
Bronski Beat,
Glenn Branca,
Q and Not U,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
JFA,
Stiv Bators,
Y Pants,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.