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 Bulgaria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tres Demented to the grime 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Slick Rick,
Faraquet,
Quadrant,
Metal Thangz,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Barracudas,
Sparks,
Lungfish,
Warsaw,
Scientists,
Vainqueur,
Second Layer,
Man Parrish,
Blancmange,
Blake Baxter,
Adolescents,
Marvin Gaye,
X-101,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra,
10cc,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moby Grape,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker,
The Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Tommy Roe,
The Standells,
Michelle Simonal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Von Mondo,
Alton Ellis,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ten City,
Interpol,
Glenn Branca,
Jawbox,
F. McDonald,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonic Youth,
Gang of Four,
The Dave Clark Five,
T. Rex,
Flipper,
Stetsasonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mandrill,
Aural Exciters,
Mr. Review,
Radiohead,
Basic Channel,
The Modern Lovers,
Barrington Levy,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.