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 Morocco and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 dance 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Joyce Sims,
Roxette,
The Red Krayola,
Das Ding,
Jawbox,
The Durutti Column,
Intrusion,
The Remains,
Isaac Hayes,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Womack,
Los Fastidios,
Mars,
Carl Craig,
Supertramp,
The Stooges,
Ice-T,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul II Soul,
Aswad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sight & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Christie,
The Victims,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Smiths,
The Move,
Black Bananas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deakin,
Stiv Bators,
Letta Mbulu,
Mandrill,
Nirvana,
Scientists,
New Age Steppers,
The Moleskins,
The Angels of Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amazonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Goldenarms,
kango's stein massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Iggy Pop,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Vogues,
The Evens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Saccharine Trust,
Oblivians,
Easy Going,
Radio Birdman,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.