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 Chad and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Panda Bear to the techno 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cure,
The Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Scan 7,
E-Dancer,
Monks,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slackers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warsaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moebius,
The United States of America,
The Selecter,
Livin' Joy,
Dual Sessions,
Delta 5,
Von Mondo,
Peter and Kerry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Juan Atkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unwound,
Lalann,
Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
Unrelated Segments,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mad Mike,
Kayak,
Anakelly,
Niagra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Althea and Donna,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül,
Sarah Menescal,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harry Pussy,
The Busters,
The Dirtbombs,
Hardrive,
David Axelrod,
Cymande,
Funkadelic,
Yazoo,
Deepchord,
Eli Mardock,
the Human League,
New York Dolls,
Half Japanese,
Absolute Body Control,
Soulsonic Force,
The Index,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.