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 Belarus and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yazoo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Absolute Body Control,
Gichy Dan,
The Black Dice,
Todd Terry,
Pierre Henry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Al Stewart,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Near,
Siglo XX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick May,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Danielle Patucci,
Echospace,
John Lydon,
The Invisible,
Sandy B,
Deakin,
Cheater Slicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Idris Muhammad,
B.T. Express,
The Saints,
Fatback Band,
Freddie Wadling,
New Order,
Lucky Dragons,
The American Breed,
The Victims,
Das Ding,
Gang Gang Dance,
Metal Thangz,
Radiohead,
Rufus Thomas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suburban Knight,
Hashim,
Black Bananas,
Soulsonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cowsills,
The Angels of Light,
FM Einheit,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Can,
The Fugs,
Easy Going,
Oneida,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Birthday Party,
Arab on Radar,
Blossom Toes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.