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 Haiti and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 48th St. Collective to the rap 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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Japan,
The Grass Roots,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Audionom,
The Cramps,
Excepter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zero Boys,
Ossler,
Bobby Womack,
Shuggie Otis,
Niagra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drexciya,
Sarah Menescal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Fad Gadget,
Rufus Thomas,
Sällskapet,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dual Sessions,
Masters at Work,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ludus,
The Gap Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Porter Ricks,
The Moleskins,
The Gories,
the Germs,
Black Bananas,
Ten City,
Nils Olav,
The Fugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Marmalade,
Television Personalities,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Wells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Carl Craig,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalann,
The Golliwogs,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Buckinghams,
Cymande,
Junior Murvin,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.