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 Latvia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Animal Collective to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skaos,
Grauzone,
Boz Scaggs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rekid,
E-Dancer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Toni Rubio,
Depeche Mode,
Peter and Kerry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Black Sheep,
Brand Nubian,
The Divine Comedy,
Nirvana,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Holt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angry Samoans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pop Group,
Alison Limerick,
Cameo,
KRS-One,
FM Einheit,
Icehouse,
Tears for Fears,
In Retrospect,
Colin Newman,
The Mojo Men,
The Slits,
cv313,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cymande,
Chrome,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Patti Smith,
Desert Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
The Star Department,
The Fugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
Dawn Penn,
Average White Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.