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 Greece and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pussy Galore to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Scrapy,
Pantytec,
Minutemen,
Glenn Branca,
Subhumans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Excepter,
Cameo,
Essential Logic,
Groovy Waters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slackers,
Sun City Girls,
The Evens,
The Misunderstood,
The Human League,
Howard Jones,
Yellowson,
Smog,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Hood,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pretty Things,
Yazoo,
Underground Resistance,
Pole,
Moebius,
The Victims,
The Young Rascals,
The J.B.'s,
Arthur Verocai,
Brand Nubian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Rundgren,
a-ha,
Make Up,
The Grass Roots,
New Order,
Funkadelic,
Ultravox,
The New Christs,
Eurythmics,
Erykah Badu,
Letta Mbulu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alison Limerick,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Bananas,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Music Machine,
Japan,
Eddi Front,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.