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 Kenya and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Young Marble Giants to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Radio Birdman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Adolescents,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Starr,
Can,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
K-Klass,
Todd Rundgren,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Sherman,
Television Personalities,
Roxy Music,
Public Enemy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neu!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Saints,
Boz Scaggs,
Connie Case,
The Techniques,
Lightning Bolt,
Deakin,
The Cowsills,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül II,
The Dead C,
Ponytail,
Glenn Branca,
Heaven 17,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
Ronnie Foster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Black Sheep,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Copeland,
The Vogues,
Bush Tetras,
Malaria!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dawn Penn,
cv313,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doors,
Cameo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.