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 Lithuania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Juan Atkins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Dennis Brown,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Albert Ayler,
Camouflage,
The Move,
Panda Bear,
Bob Dylan,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-102,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Human League,
Fatback Band,
Duran Duran,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultimate Spinach,
a-ha,
Sun Ra,
Shuggie Otis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pierre Henry,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wolf Eyes,
Subhumans,
KRS-One,
Deakin,
48th St. Collective,
Aural Exciters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angry Samoans,
Alison Limerick,
Cymande,
Public Enemy,
Archie Shepp,
Urselle,
Rufus Thomas,
Main Source,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Near,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Little Man,
The Fire Engines,
Pagans,
Monolake,
Nils Olav,
Gang Starr,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
PIL,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare,
FM Einheit,
Soulsonic Force,
The Invisible,
The Neon Judgement,
The Searchers,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.