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 Libya and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ice-T to the grime 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Delta 5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Leonard Cohen,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Modern Lovers,
Danielle Patucci,
Ponytail,
Rekid,
Y Pants,
Skaos,
The Gladiators,
Pere Ubu,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Starr,
Model 500,
Sonny Sharrock,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Anthony Braxton,
CMW,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Bourne,
Simply Red,
Skriet,
The Victims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Mills,
the Association,
Smog,
Sandy B,
Nils Olav,
Carl Craig,
Mandrill,
Sparks,
Pylon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker,
Cheater Slicks,
Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Nas,
Pantaleimon,
Joy Division,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Connie Case,
Jerry's Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Icehouse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aloha Tigers,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.