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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Birthday Party to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Porter Ricks,
Fluxion,
H. Thieme,
Reuben Wilson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Smog,
The Fortunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Colin Newman,
Rites of Spring,
48th St. Collective,
Erasure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flipper,
Byron Stingily,
The Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Age Steppers,
The Move,
Robert Hood,
Prince Buster,
Mandrill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wings,
The Blackbyrds,
Boredoms,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Teasers,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Starr,
Steve Hackett,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aural Exciters,
Fatback Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Faust,
The Selecter,
The Zeros,
The Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick Morgan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Holt,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sandy B,
Black Bananas,
Q65,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang On A Can,
Zero Boys,
Whodini,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.