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 Iceland and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Oblivians,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Offenders,
L. Decosne,
The Evens,
Ossler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Invisible,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The New Christs,
Jacques Brel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacob Miller,
Eve St. Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
F. McDonald,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül II,
Cal Tjader,
The Angels of Light,
Banda Bassotti,
Massinfluence,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultra Naté,
Neu!,
Neil Young,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Associates,
New York Dolls,
Sixth Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shoche,
Cheater Slicks,
Nico,
Franke,
Skriet,
Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
the Soft Cell,
The Doors,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Bourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Copeland,
Quantec,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-101,
The Slits,
Interpol,
Grauzone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smiths,
K-Klass,
Tom Boy,
Severed Heads,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.