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 United States and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marvin Gaye to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Graham Central Station,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül II,
Royal Trux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Hood,
Radio Birdman,
The Pop Group,
Tim Buckley,
The Victims,
The Slackers,
June of 44,
Fat Boys,
John Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
Lucky Dragons,
Faust,
the Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Colin Newman,
Au Pairs,
Mark Hollis,
Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dave Gahan,
Iggy Pop,
Inner City,
Gang Starr,
June Days,
Angry Samoans,
Toni Rubio,
Supertramp,
The Gun Club,
Brick,
Fela Kuti,
Quando Quango,
Erasure,
The Five Americans,
the Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Amazonics,
Desert Stars,
the Normal,
Adolescents,
The Martian,
Dead Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Jacques Brel,
These Immortal Souls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harry Pussy,
Donny Hathaway,
Grey Daturas,
The Searchers,
Barrington Levy,
Severed Heads,
The Count Five,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.