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 Niger and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pantytec to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Certain Ratio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arcadia,
The Last Poets,
Quadrant,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxette,
Moss Icon,
The Doors,
Robert Görl,
The Mojo Men,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Trojans,
Slick Rick,
Alice Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Almond,
Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agitation Free,
Average White Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Mills,
U.S. Maple,
Zero Boys,
CMW,
Dark Day,
Alton Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Fatback Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Selecter,
Marine Girls,
D'Angelo,
Agent Orange,
Cecil Taylor,
Warsaw,
cv313,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Supertramp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultravox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fat Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Residents,
Youth Brigade,
Minor Threat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Techniques,
Prince Buster,
Moebius,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.