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 Kosovo and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Q65 to the rock 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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?
Suburban Knight,
Fad Gadget,
Blancmange,
The Mummies,
Bush Tetras,
The Evens,
Ohio Players,
The Invisible,
Gong,
New Age Steppers,
Magazine,
Agitation Free,
Godley & Creme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moebius,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Techniques,
Panda Bear,
Monolake,
Kerri Chandler,
Bluetip,
The Saints,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
The Cure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
Au Pairs,
Nas,
Chrome,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Average White Band,
T. Rex,
Alton Ellis,
Urselle,
The Index,
The Leaves,
Brick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arthur Verocai,
Nico,
Faust,
These Immortal Souls,
Altered Images,
Buzzcocks,
Marine Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
LL Cool J,
The Doors,
Marmalade,
Visage,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sugar Minott,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dawn Penn,
The Slackers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
OOIOO,
Glambeats Corp.,
Michelle Simonal,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.