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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Quando Quango to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Camberwell Now,
Drexciya,
Suicide,
Henry Cow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Vogues,
Scan 7,
Boredoms,
Fad Gadget,
Eurythmics,
the Normal,
Sister Nancy,
Joyce Sims,
Wolf Eyes,
The American Breed,
Urselle,
Archie Shepp,
Yusef Lateef,
10cc,
Erykah Badu,
Nico,
Deadbeat,
Groovy Waters,
One Last Wish,
Fear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Colin Newman,
Letta Mbulu,
Connie Case,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-101,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pagans,
Schoolly D,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Mills,
The New Christs,
Zero Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sandy B,
Nick Fraelich,
Lucky Dragons,
Grey Daturas,
The Fortunes,
ABBA,
B.T. Express,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Ituana,
The Last Poets,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Ludus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
The Pretty Things,
Audionom,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.