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 Pakistan 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Grey Daturas to the techno 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
The Black Dice,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aural Exciters,
Bluetip,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Godley & Creme,
The Index,
John Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
The Standells,
Los Fastidios,
Siglo XX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker,
The Music Machine,
Half Japanese,
Yazoo,
K-Klass,
The Angels of Light,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Neon Judgement,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Qualms,
Altered Images,
Barry Ungar,
the Germs,
Clear Light,
T. Rex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scientists,
Symarip,
Robert Wyatt,
Susan Cadogan,
Althea and Donna,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick May,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moss Icon,
Rufus Thomas,
Malaria!,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fugazi,
Roger Hodgson,
Scan 7,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Machine,
Bauhaus,
Make Up,
This Heat,
The Cowsills,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.