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 Mauritania and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Scrapy to the electroclash 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Unwound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rakim,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Womack,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Residents,
The Star Department,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Clarke,
Eve St. Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ornette Coleman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Skatalites,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stetsasonic,
The Buckinghams,
Man Eating Sloth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Massinfluence,
Maurizio,
cv313,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Starr,
Boredoms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camberwell Now,
Sonic Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aural Exciters,
The Five Americans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Litter,
Anthony Braxton,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Red Krayola,
Henry Cow,
Minnie Riperton,
Suburban Knight,
Black Pus,
R.M.O.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Fraelich,
The Selecter,
Nils Olav,
Swell Maps,
Amazonics,
Yaz,
John Foxx,
Khruangbin,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.