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 Monaco and from London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Iggy Pop to the techno 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Christie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Max Romeo,
Soulsonic Force,
The Index,
The Dirtbombs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Saints,
Kerri Chandler,
The Invisible,
Con Funk Shun,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Essential Logic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nirvana,
Lakeside,
Model 500,
Ronnie Foster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Smog,
The Motions,
Adolescents,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Starr,
Terrestrial Tones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
FM Einheit,
The Monks,
Cluster,
Blossom Toes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brick,
Bill Wells,
Aswad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cecil Taylor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donald Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
The Music Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Kinks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Techniques,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Althea and Donna,
Negative Approach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Goldenarms,
Agent Orange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jandek,
The Five Americans,
Vladislav Delay,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.