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 Mauritania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Theoretical Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Mills,
Country Teasers,
Slick Rick,
Groovy Waters,
Sparks,
Inner City,
Drive Like Jehu,
Susan Cadogan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Severed Heads,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hardrive,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sound,
The J.B.'s,
The Five Americans,
Sarah Menescal,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rekid,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Morten Harket,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blues Magoos,
Khruangbin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Panda Bear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
Minor Threat,
Gichy Dan,
Sex Pistols,
Eve St. Jones,
CMW,
Tears for Fears,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Smog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scion,
Organ,
Liliput,
Tim Buckley,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Görl,
Babytalk,
Brass Construction,
Trumans Water,
Lalann,
Eric Copeland,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dead Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.