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 Sudan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moss Icon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Inner City,
Johnny Clarke,
Ossler,
Darondo,
Howard Jones,
The Last Poets,
The Motions,
Sällskapet,
Fela Kuti,
The Moody Blues,
Nas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Davy DMX,
The Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dirtbombs,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül II,
The Alarm Clocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABC,
Rod Modell,
Deadbeat,
Outsiders,
Lower 48,
K-Klass,
The Smoke,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Monolake,
Faraquet,
The Golliwogs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Remains,
Bootsy Collins,
Urselle,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Lynne,
The Happenings,
Goldenarms,
Bill Near,
Soulsonic Force,
Brick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Halsall,
Brass Construction,
The Birthday Party,
Erasure,
The Walker Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gladiators,
Ituana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Index,
Shoche,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.