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 Paraguay and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Animal Collective 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Fat Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bluetip,
Nas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rotary Connection,
CMW,
AZ,
Todd Terry,
Lindisfarne,
Black Moon,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Near,
the Normal,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Stooges,
Index,
Section 25,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Howard Jones,
Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The United States of America,
Outsiders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reagan Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mandrill,
Los Fastidios,
X-102,
June of 44,
X-101,
Alton Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
Bad Manners,
Quantec,
Scratch Acid,
Jacques Brel,
Kayak,
The Skatalites,
Average White Band,
Agitation Free,
The Gladiators,
Cheater Slicks,
Monolake,
The Fuzztones,
Crooked Eye,
Tom Boy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.