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 Uganda and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Mad Mike to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 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?
Qualms,
Rapeman,
Matthew Halsall,
Grey Daturas,
Anakelly,
Marmalade,
Chris Corsano,
David Bowie,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
KRS-One,
Pussy Galore,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blake Baxter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Hood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Lydon,
OOIOO,
Ultra Naté,
Albert Ayler,
Newcleus,
David Axelrod,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rosa Yemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Symarip,
Bobby Womack,
Scrapy,
Guru Guru,
World's Most,
Severed Heads,
Cecil Taylor,
Drexciya,
Average White Band,
Pylon,
Toni Rubio,
The Leaves,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
Franke,
Glambeats Corp.,
T.S.O.L.,
Crash Course in Science,
Isaac Hayes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bad Manners,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barbara Tucker,
Shoche,
Supertramp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magazine,
The New Christs,
Lower 48,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.