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 Korea North and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gang Starr to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerrie Biddell,
Trumans Water,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantaleimon,
Dennis Brown,
The Misunderstood,
The Motions,
The Modern Lovers,
Idris Muhammad,
Bush Tetras,
Ponytail,
The Invisible,
The Gories,
Eden Ahbez,
Michelle Simonal,
Oblivians,
Matthew Halsall,
Panda Bear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yazoo,
Zero Boys,
Symarip,
Throbbing Gristle,
ABC,
Ornette Coleman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Khruangbin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pierre Henry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Vainqueur,
Funky Four + One,
The Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
Hardrive,
The Sonics,
Ultravox,
cv313,
Mary Jane Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The New Christs,
R.M.O.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker,
Soulsonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
Model 500,
DJ Style,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.