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 Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
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 sitar 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 Crooked Eye to the disco 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Knickerbockers,
The Walker Brothers,
Slave,
DJ Style,
Rosa Yemen,
Flipper,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gun Club,
In Retrospect,
Echospace,
Skarface,
The Monochrome Set,
KRS-One,
X-102,
Fat Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Simply Red,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sarah Menescal,
ABBA,
Hardrive,
Outsiders,
Rotary Connection,
Dennis Brown,
June Days,
Ronan,
Oneida,
Organ,
10cc,
Carl Craig,
The Star Department,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ludus,
Tres Demented,
Drexciya,
The Gories,
Accadde A,
The Busters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
Blancmange,
Zapp,
Section 25,
Make Up,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
Kas Product,
David McCallum,
Glenn Branca,
Funky Four + One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erasure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hasil Adkins,
Graham Central Station,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.