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 Syria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 K-Klass to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Rufus Thomas,
Parry Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cybotron,
Cal Tjader,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tears for Fears,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gladiators,
Harmonia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
FM Einheit,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minor Threat,
The Golliwogs,
Rod Modell,
Sonic Youth,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Porter Ricks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Seeds,
Gang Green,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Slits,
Symarip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blancmange,
Malaria!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Whodini,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
D'Angelo,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Royal Trux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Juan Atkins,
Lyres,
Ornette Coleman,
Bad Manners,
Deepchord,
Nils Olav,
Man Eating Sloth,
48th St. Collective,
Zero Boys,
Pulsallama,
Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
These Immortal Souls,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.