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 Greece and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Kayak to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Black Moon,
Bobby Womack,
Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June Days,
MC5,
Sexual Harrassment,
Popol Vuh,
The Sound,
Pagans,
Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
The Skatalites,
T.S.O.L.,
Funky Four + One,
Severed Heads,
Y Pants,
Roxy Music,
Ice-T,
Skaos,
Skriet,
Terrestrial Tones,
KRS-One,
Black Flag,
The Gladiators,
T. Rex,
Parry Music,
The Index,
Albert Ayler,
Faraquet,
Michelle Simonal,
Brass Construction,
Rufus Thomas,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Slave,
Leonard Cohen,
Animal Collective,
The Toasters,
Bill Wells,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
Procol Harum,
The Five Americans,
Fat Boys,
The Remains,
the Normal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rod Modell,
Blancmange,
Sällskapet,
Alton Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.