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 Latvia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Index to the techno 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fatback Band,
Fela Kuti,
The Searchers,
Brick,
The Raincoats,
Neu!,
Marmalade,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Associates,
Skarface,
Junior Murvin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Residents,
Charles Mingus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers,
Public Enemy,
The Monochrome Set,
The United States of America,
Glambeats Corp.,
Das Ding,
Aswad,
Parry Music,
Moby Grape,
Icehouse,
The American Breed,
Panda Bear,
Ossler,
The Misunderstood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Hill,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Finger,
Drexciya,
Cybotron,
Symarip,
Mars,
Chris Corsano,
Gichy Dan,
Television Personalities,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Basic Channel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unrelated Segments,
Slick Rick,
Visage,
Rapeman,
Jandek,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronnie Foster,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.