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 South Africa and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantytec,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang of Four,
John Holt,
Bob Dylan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cecil Taylor,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magazine,
Duran Duran,
David Axelrod,
Panda Bear,
Vladislav Delay,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vainqueur,
The Grass Roots,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Normal,
Buzzcocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rosa Yemen,
Skaos,
Intrusion,
The Music Machine,
Clear Light,
Carl Craig,
48th St. Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
Livin' Joy,
Liliput,
Neil Young,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crime,
Scientists,
Con Funk Shun,
Glenn Branca,
Au Pairs,
Dawn Penn,
Warsaw,
Mission of Burma,
New Age Steppers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Terry,
Angry Samoans,
Brand Nubian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Max Romeo,
John Foxx,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Tremeloes,
Minny Pops,
Parry Music,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.