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 Egypt and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michael McDonald 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 Electric Prunes to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Residents,
Tears for Fears,
Cybotron,
Vainqueur,
In Retrospect,
The Techniques,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aswad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blake Baxter,
Rufus Thomas,
Whodini,
Drexciya,
Vladislav Delay,
The Vogues,
The Move,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spoonie Gee,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Machine,
UT,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jawbox,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra,
Hashim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spandau Ballet,
Brand Nubian,
Niagra,
Rosa Yemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Barracudas,
Gang of Four,
X-101,
New York Dolls,
The Names,
Mark Hollis,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Sneak,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smoke,
Eric Copeland,
Pulsallama,
Little Man,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q65,
Massinfluence,
Duran Duran,
The Moody Blues,
The Remains,
Bobby Byrd,
R.M.O.,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.