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 Togo and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Rakim to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Cybotron,
Idris Muhammad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pole,
Moss Icon,
Desert Stars,
Eurythmics,
The Cure,
The Invisible,
Clear Light,
Khruangbin,
Supertramp,
The Misunderstood,
Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fortunes,
Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Music Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang On A Can,
The Five Americans,
Tim Buckley,
The Pretty Things,
Barry Ungar,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Quando Quango,
Dark Day,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Metal Thangz,
In Retrospect,
The Residents,
Patti Smith,
Fat Boys,
Lakeside,
Mars,
Scientists,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Standells,
Scrapy,
Ronan,
Juan Atkins,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young,
the Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smoke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
CMW,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glambeats Corp.,
Make Up,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.