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 Dominican Republic and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Pharoah Sanders to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Niagra,
the Slits,
Sällskapet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Underground Resistance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Khruangbin,
Nick Fraelich,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monolake,
Glambeats Corp.,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Martian,
The Pop Group,
Soft Machine,
Procol Harum,
T. Rex,
Yellowson,
Josef K,
Ronan,
Bad Manners,
a-ha,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Cluster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Basic Channel,
Ultravox,
Althea and Donna,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slave,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Age Steppers,
Joy Division,
Warren Ellis,
the Human League,
Eric Copeland,
The Toasters,
Mission of Burma,
Erasure,
Alphaville,
The Associates,
Radiohead,
Sister Nancy,
Nico,
Brick,
Mark Hollis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Infiniti,
Matthew Halsall,
Howard Jones,
Minor Threat,
John Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mummies,
48th St. Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.