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 Samoa and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scan 7 to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unwound,
Wasted Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Chrome,
Deakin,
Loose Ends,
Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerri Chandler,
OOIOO,
Ronnie Foster,
Cluster,
The Golliwogs,
Sarah Menescal,
Deepchord,
The Neon Judgement,
Marvin Gaye,
Anthony Braxton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mantronix,
Country Teasers,
The Mojo Men,
The Leaves,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Slick Rick,
Adolescents,
Neil Young,
Pantaleimon,
Grey Daturas,
Minny Pops,
Royal Trux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Darondo,
Groovy Waters,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fugs,
Animal Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Underground Resistance,
New York Dolls,
Godley & Creme,
Young Marble Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Roxette,
cv313,
Kas Product,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
Sonic Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Public Enemy,
Hashim,
Anakelly,
The Busters,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.