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 Chile and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Schoolly D,
The Walker Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
The Slackers,
Brick,
Scientists,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Slits,
48th St. Collective,
Television Personalities,
Adolescents,
One Last Wish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The United States of America,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cybotron,
Vladislav Delay,
Bush Tetras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monks,
Tubeway Army,
The Fuzztones,
Metal Thangz,
Joy Division,
These Immortal Souls,
John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
The Last Poets,
The Happenings,
Minny Pops,
The Black Dice,
Black Bananas,
The American Breed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minor Threat,
Tears for Fears,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Birthday Party,
Q and Not U,
Peter & Gordon,
Eden Ahbez,
Freddie Wadling,
OOIOO,
Lower 48,
The Knickerbockers,
Lightning Bolt,
Moss Icon,
The Raincoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Deepchord,
Sällskapet,
Dennis Brown,
Motorama,
Lyres,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare,
Cluster,
a-ha,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visage,
Sun City Girls,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.