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 Jamaica and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Infiniti 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The New Christs,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vainqueur,
Camberwell Now,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
Maleditus Sound,
Tres Demented,
The Searchers,
Lyres,
Royal Trux,
Fela Kuti,
The Star Department,
The Remains,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fortunes,
The American Breed,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visage,
Harmonia,
Rapeman,
Nik Kershaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Harry Pussy,
Essential Logic,
Q and Not U,
Popol Vuh,
Cecil Taylor,
The Skatalites,
Buzzcocks,
Supertramp,
Kayak,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scrapy,
The Angels of Light,
Panda Bear,
The Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
The Pop Group,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vladislav Delay,
X-101,
Jandek,
Trumans Water,
Mandrill,
The Divine Comedy,
Television,
E-Dancer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smiths,
Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Average White Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Leonard Cohen,
Kenny Larkin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cramps,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.