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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scott Walker to the grunge 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Roxette,
Royal Trux,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare,
Todd Rundgren,
R.M.O.,
The New Christs,
Freddie Wadling,
Thompson Twins,
One Last Wish,
Connie Case,
Gong,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Motions,
Alison Limerick,
Arthur Verocai,
Minnie Riperton,
Moebius,
Public Image Ltd.,
Index,
Interpol,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Black Dice,
Soul II Soul,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
K-Klass,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Groovy Waters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crash Course in Science,
the Normal,
The Skatalites,
Monolake,
The Index,
Rotary Connection,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy Collins,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cowsills,
The Remains,
Byron Stingily,
Little Man,
Iggy Pop,
Y Pants,
Maurizio,
The Gladiators,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Style,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scrapy,
Boredoms,
EPMD,
The Zeros,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.