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 Albania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Evens to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Prince Buster,
Fat Boys,
The Slackers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Remains,
Godley & Creme,
Eve St. Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wire,
Kerrie Biddell,
Talk Talk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Fear,
The Divine Comedy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Surgeon,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy Collins,
ABBA,
The Smiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Normal,
Simply Red,
F. McDonald,
Lightning Bolt,
The Saints,
Hashim,
Depeche Mode,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DNA,
kango's stein massive,
The Associates,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Con Funk Shun,
Minor Threat,
Lungfish,
Janne Schatter,
Audionom,
CMW,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Little Man,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare,
Can,
T. Rex,
Jacob Miller,
Monks,
L. Decosne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Glenn Branca,
Aswad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Toni Rubio,
The Leaves,
Quadrant,
Cecil Taylor,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.