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 Kenya and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 DJ Sneak to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Terry,
Masters at Work,
Mantronix,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
H. Thieme,
Slick Rick,
The Techniques,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roger Hodgson,
The Grass Roots,
The Gories,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Quando Quango,
Marmalade,
Circle Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Erasure,
Yellowson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Toni Rubio,
the Normal,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Infiniti,
Das Ding,
The Skatalites,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fall,
Mo-Dettes,
Minutemen,
Dennis Brown,
Maleditus Sound,
Unwound,
Lower 48,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kas Product,
Sun City Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
Negative Approach,
Barry Ungar,
Rufus Thomas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Toasters,
The Residents,
Cheater Slicks,
Blancmange,
Vainqueur,
The Index,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Smooth,
The Remains,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.