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 France and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Music Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Count Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
The Angels of Light,
Roxette,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra,
Nirvana,
Andrew Hill,
The Gun Club,
Basic Channel,
Spandau Ballet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Icehouse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
EPMD,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grauzone,
The Beau Brummels,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faraquet,
Panda Bear,
Dorothy Ashby,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Urselle,
June of 44,
Quadrant,
Agent Orange,
The Black Dice,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Metal Thangz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Certain Ratio,
Ponytail,
The Associates,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Wyatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Tres Demented,
Radio Birdman,
Alice Coltrane,
Cluster,
Nick Fraelich,
Negative Approach,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantaleimon,
Michelle Simonal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skaos,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blackbyrds,
Flipper,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.