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 East Timor and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Derrick May to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 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 Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
OOIOO,
Yellowson,
The Divine Comedy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suicide,
Joy Division,
The Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Eli Mardock,
Los Fastidios,
Monolake,
Tubeway Army,
Liliput,
Grauzone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young,
The Knickerbockers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Albert Ayler,
Arab on Radar,
Ten City,
John Coltrane,
Dark Day,
10cc,
Andrew Hill,
Idris Muhammad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tom Boy,
H. Thieme,
Ronan,
Ultravox,
Yaz,
the Bar-Kays,
New Order,
Schoolly D,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Man Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Davy DMX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Raincoats,
Blossom Toes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Intrusion,
World's Most,
Accadde A,
48th St. Collective,
DNA,
The Selecter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hardrive,
Jandek,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.