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 Nepal and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Eyeless In Gaza to the crunk 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The United States of America,
the Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
Lower 48,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Association,
Drexciya,
Eric Copeland,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Saints,
Pere Ubu,
Joensuu 1685,
Desert Stars,
The Cowsills,
Yaz,
The Leaves,
Bauhaus,
Erasure,
The Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scion,
DJ Sneak,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dark Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Germs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
10cc,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick Morgan,
Bob Dylan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agitation Free,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gong,
Arcadia,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vainqueur,
Unwound,
Eddi Front,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mission of Burma,
Wally Richardson,
Ten City,
Junior Murvin,
Panda Bear,
Quantec,
New Age Steppers,
Hasil Adkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.