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 Tajikistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Cal Tjader to the disco 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Darondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Idris Muhammad,
Scan 7,
John Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Mr. Review,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
JFA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pulsallama,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiohead,
Brand Nubian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers,
The Doors,
Organ,
Grauzone,
Camouflage,
Nirvana,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Rundgren,
Alphaville,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang of Four,
The Invisible,
Suicide,
The Last Poets,
Interpol,
Warren Ellis,
The Raincoats,
Das Ding,
The Mojo Men,
The Victims,
Mars,
Graham Central Station,
Qualms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pere Ubu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Saccharine Trust,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacques Brel,
Skarface,
Infiniti,
Oneida,
Robert Görl,
Banda Bassotti,
John Cale,
Accadde A,
Hoover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.