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 Kenya and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 New Age Steppers to the rock 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Yazoo,
Albert Ayler,
Moebius,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ornette Coleman,
Suburban Knight,
Black Moon,
Depeche Mode,
Visage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Skaos,
The Stooges,
Accadde A,
Dark Day,
Nas,
Pierre Henry,
Tom Boy,
Jacques Brel,
The Vogues,
Neu!,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arcadia,
Livin' Joy,
The Mojo Men,
Procol Harum,
World's Most,
Blancmange,
Kool Moe Dee,
The United States of America,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
E-Dancer,
Animal Collective,
Wire,
Charles Mingus,
Audionom,
Girls At Our Best!,
Colin Newman,
The Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Deadbeat,
Sun City Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
The Slits,
Sight & Sound,
Ituana,
Gang Starr,
The Blues Magoos,
The Zeros,
the Association,
Yellowson,
Vladislav Delay,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.