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 Haiti and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Ultra Naté to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
K-Klass,
Basic Channel,
Rufus Thomas,
Dawn Penn,
The Smiths,
Stereo Dub,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Wake,
Amazonics,
UT,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Outsiders,
Radiohead,
Sixth Finger,
The Dead C,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
Bauhaus,
Yusef Lateef,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonic Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispian St. Peters,
PIL,
Amon Düül II,
Camouflage,
The Modern Lovers,
Loose Ends,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Junior Murvin,
DNA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Parrish,
The Music Machine,
Max Romeo,
Accadde A,
10cc,
The Grass Roots,
cv313,
Wolf Eyes,
Barry Ungar,
Crash Course in Science,
Eddi Front,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slick Rick,
Robert Hood,
Alphaville,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Vogues,
Skaos,
Maleditus Sound,
Patti Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Can,
Agitation Free,
AZ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Panda Bear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.