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 China and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Wells,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hardrive,
Slave,
Eurythmics,
Severed Heads,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalo Schifrin,
Davy DMX,
Wings,
Bob Dylan,
Alice Coltrane,
Cluster,
Cybotron,
The Sonics,
Neil Young,
The Moody Blues,
Minutemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erykah Badu,
Letta Mbulu,
Minnie Riperton,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Order,
Fatback Band,
Franke,
Liliput,
AZ,
Malaria!,
Little Man,
John Foxx,
Arthur Verocai,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
F. McDonald,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yazoo,
Man Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Camouflage,
X-102,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
Q65,
D'Angelo,
Circle Jerks,
John Holt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Interpol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.