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 Togo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Swell Maps to the grunge 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pierre Henry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Audionom,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flipper,
Godley & Creme,
Aswad,
Erasure,
EPMD,
Cecil Taylor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Style,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kayak,
Make Up,
Ronnie Foster,
Television,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Bourne,
Darondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sound Behaviour,
The Alarm Clocks,
Half Japanese,
Public Enemy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacques Brel,
The Count Five,
Warren Ellis,
The Gladiators,
The New Christs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aural Exciters,
Sonic Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amazonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sarah Menescal,
June Days,
Thompson Twins,
Wire,
Schoolly D,
Crime,
Tommy Roe,
Von Mondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers,
The Fortunes,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Rundgren,
CMW,
Fugazi,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.