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 Ghana and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Schoolly D to the rap 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
48th St. Collective,
Fugazi,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pere Ubu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harmonia,
Andrew Hill,
Bob Dylan,
Nirvana,
Audionom,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Raincoats,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hot Snakes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agent Orange,
E-Dancer,
Procol Harum,
The Mummies,
Brick,
The Cowsills,
June of 44,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pagans,
Arcadia,
The Neon Judgement,
Marshall Jefferson,
Section 25,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sarah Menescal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anakelly,
UT,
Peter and Kerry,
Icehouse,
Magazine,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Halsall,
Sugar Minott,
Organ,
Soulsonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül,
Shuggie Otis,
Ohio Players,
Patti Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed,
Livin' Joy,
Metal Thangz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skarface,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Index,
L. Decosne,
The Last Poets,
Crime,
Q65,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.