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 Kosovo and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the funk 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Todd Rundgren,
Charles Mingus,
Faust,
Slave,
Arab on Radar,
Yazoo,
Swans,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reagan Youth,
The Techniques,
Index,
Mark Hollis,
Niagra,
Marine Girls,
Symarip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantytec,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tres Demented,
Altered Images,
Lalann,
Jeff Mills,
Glenn Branca,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Connie Case,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Misunderstood,
Con Funk Shun,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Easy Going,
Moebius,
Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
Icehouse,
Rotary Connection,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Brand Nubian,
Dead Boys,
The Slackers,
Loose Ends,
The Move,
Drexciya,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris & Cosey,
The Count Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Mars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lungfish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eli Mardock,
Ornette Coleman,
Hot Snakes,
Surgeon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.