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 Costa Rica and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lightning Bolt to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
La Düsseldorf,
10cc,
Intrusion,
Can,
Stetsasonic,
Oblivians,
Tim Buckley,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Section 25,
Lungfish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
AZ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nas,
Nick Fraelich,
cv313,
Harry Pussy,
Pierre Henry,
The Black Dice,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fela Kuti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Association,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Green,
The Trojans,
Aswad,
Brand Nubian,
JFA,
Sam Rivers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Wally Richardson,
a-ha,
Johnny Clarke,
Cymande,
Minutemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Bananas,
New Order,
The Slackers,
The Red Krayola,
Nirvana,
One Last Wish,
Derrick Morgan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Au Pairs,
E-Dancer,
Nils Olav,
ABC,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Offenders,
Los Fastidios,
Skriet,
kango's stein massive,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.