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 Malta and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 the Swans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Khruangbin,
Underground Resistance,
Eurythmics,
Skaos,
Sonic Youth,
Bad Manners,
Soul II Soul,
Aaron Thompson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
La Düsseldorf,
Marvin Gaye,
Adolescents,
The Blackbyrds,
Urselle,
Throbbing Gristle,
Depeche Mode,
Roger Hodgson,
Malaria!,
Maleditus Sound,
Lyres,
Sam Rivers,
Fela Kuti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rakim,
Lalann,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shuggie Otis,
Brick,
X-Ray Spex,
Sällskapet,
Dual Sessions,
Crime,
ABC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
JFA,
The Misunderstood,
Aloha Tigers,
Angry Samoans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dead C,
Erasure,
China Crisis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funky Four + One,
Little Man,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Terry,
Thompson Twins,
Ronan,
Goldenarms,
Boredoms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gong,
The Martian,
Country Teasers,
R.M.O.,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.