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 Barbados and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Flash Fearless to the punk 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Rekid,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Five Americans,
Fugazi,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantaleimon,
Television Personalities,
Gang Starr,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
The Blues Magoos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Hill,
The Gun Club,
Crime,
The Litter,
Rites of Spring,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dead C,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harmonia,
Lou Christie,
Alice Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cramps,
Alton Ellis,
Flipper,
The Young Rascals,
Das Ding,
Au Pairs,
Rotary Connection,
Isaac Hayes,
The Standells,
Ludus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Techniques,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
H. Thieme,
The Mummies,
Reagan Youth,
MC5,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unwound,
Popol Vuh,
The Durutti Column,
Index,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.