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 India and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Panda Bear to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Toni Rubio,
FM Einheit,
Panda Bear,
The Pop Group,
Sonic Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Second Layer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ludus,
Accadde A,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sight & Sound,
The Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Sister Nancy,
Max Romeo,
Albert Ayler,
DNA,
Japan,
Niagra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Von Mondo,
Drexciya,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Basic Channel,
JFA,
Subhumans,
K-Klass,
The Doobie Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
The Monks,
Pierre Henry,
Pulsallama,
Prince Buster,
Marine Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bauhaus,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris Corsano,
Donny Hathaway,
Aswad,
Jerry's Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
KRS-One,
PIL,
Funky Four + One,
Charles Mingus,
Tres Demented,
Cameo,
Cluster,
The Young Rascals,
Soul II Soul,
Gang of Four,
Sandy B,
Crime,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Surgeon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.