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 Israel and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Procol Harum to the grunge 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Zeros,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Green,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roger Hodgson,
Model 500,
Rotary Connection,
Funkadelic,
Gang Starr,
The Birthday Party,
Popol Vuh,
Metal Thangz,
Accadde A,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Neon Judgement,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Royal Trux,
Ossler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Half Japanese,
EPMD,
Sarah Menescal,
Cybotron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Symarip,
Colin Newman,
Crime,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Evens,
The Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Style,
Negative Approach,
Wasted Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Albert Ayler,
The Skatalites,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-101,
Fat Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Goldenarms,
The Mojo Men,
Blossom Toes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
Shuggie Otis,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.