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 Andorra and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grime 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Smooth,
This Heat,
Half Japanese,
ABC,
Chris & Cosey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Davy DMX,
Sam Rivers,
Q65,
Heaven 17,
Quantec,
Stetsasonic,
Colin Newman,
Tommy Roe,
Lalann,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suicide,
Kenny Larkin,
the Soft Cell,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
Mandrill,
Easy Going,
the Slits,
Robert Hood,
T.S.O.L.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Mars,
Aaron Thompson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Germs,
Sun Ra,
Carl Craig,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül II,
Sixth Finger,
Babytalk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Connie Case,
Massinfluence,
Cluster,
Brand Nubian,
Swell Maps,
Bang On A Can,
Porter Ricks,
Stiv Bators,
Nico,
Moss Icon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agitation Free,
The Residents,
Scientists,
Gang Starr,
The Trojans,
Rapeman,
The Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
Minnie Riperton,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.