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 Argentina and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 LL Cool J to the grime 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson 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?
U.S. Maple,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Popol Vuh,
Ludus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Mad Mike,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Beau Brummels,
Tim Buckley,
The Fugs,
Lakeside,
Moebius,
Scratch Acid,
Accadde A,
Derrick May,
The Fortunes,
The Selecter,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Hill,
Pagans,
Deepchord,
E-Dancer,
Chris Corsano,
Section 25,
Masters at Work,
DJ Sneak,
The Smoke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
Roger Hodgson,
Altered Images,
Y Pants,
Heaven 17,
Metal Thangz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Associates,
Bill Wells,
Basic Channel,
Wire,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Sherman,
The Residents,
OOIOO,
Cybotron,
John Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Audionom,
Josef K,
Throbbing Gristle,
Schoolly D,
Qualms,
Deakin,
the Germs,
Rekid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.