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 Mongolia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Panda Bear 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Roger Hodgson,
New Order,
R.M.O.,
Darondo,
Grey Daturas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
Lightning Bolt,
Minnie Riperton,
Make Up,
The United States of America,
Babytalk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Godley & Creme,
The Motions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MDC,
Amon Düül,
The Fugs,
Lyres,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alphaville,
Nils Olav,
Sonic Youth,
Symarip,
MC5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare,
David Axelrod,
Mandrill,
Sarah Menescal,
Carl Craig,
Janne Schatter,
Schoolly D,
Gong,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Max Romeo,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sight & Sound,
Bad Manners,
Dual Sessions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q and Not U,
Prince Buster,
The Human League,
Flipper,
Second Layer,
L. Decosne,
Sex Pistols,
Deakin,
Marmalade,
Warren Ellis,
Yazoo,
Davy DMX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
PIL,
Robert Hood,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Wyatt,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.