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 Panama and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Animal Collective to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Japan,
Kaleidoscope,
Ten City,
Symarip,
the Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Jandek,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MDC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joy Division,
Joe Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
Youth Brigade,
Funkadelic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Flash Fearless,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Real Kids,
DJ Sneak,
Barry Ungar,
Blancmange,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blackbyrds,
John Lydon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Depeche Mode,
Peter and Kerry,
David Bowie,
Wolf Eyes,
Bronski Beat,
The Litter,
Thompson Twins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flipper,
Gang of Four,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suicide,
Massinfluence,
Hasil Adkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Urselle,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faust,
This Heat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Los Fastidios,
Blake Baxter,
Bad Manners,
Warsaw,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Saccharine Trust,
Parry Music,
Circle Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.