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 Uzbekistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Christie to the crunk 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kayak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eli Mardock,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultra Naté,
the Human League,
T. Rex,
Harpers Bizarre,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Laurel Aitken,
John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Pussy Galore,
The Motions,
The United States of America,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Flag,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pole,
Roxy Music,
The Birthday Party,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Last Poets,
Negative Approach,
The American Breed,
Main Source,
Suicide,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter and Kerry,
Maurizio,
Joyce Sims,
Chrome,
OOIOO,
Susan Cadogan,
Joey Negro,
F. McDonald,
Hoover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultravox,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Brass Construction,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Names,
The Moleskins,
The Offenders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doors,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
Gang Starr,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monochrome Set,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.