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 Malaysia and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 World's Most to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Kas Product,
Anthony Braxton,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moby Grape,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maurizio,
Jandek,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Symarip,
Clear Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pole,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eve St. Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Offenders,
Glenn Branca,
June of 44,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Carl Craig,
T.S.O.L.,
Monks,
Ronan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Isaac Hayes,
Faraquet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Womack,
Surgeon,
Aswad,
Franke,
Yaz,
The Happenings,
Howard Jones,
Siglo XX,
Tom Boy,
Bauhaus,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
John Holt,
Ohio Players,
Roger Hodgson,
Unwound,
Connie Case,
Tears for Fears,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slave,
June Days,
T. Rex,
Deepchord,
Porter Ricks,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
D'Angelo,
Ossler,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.