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 Rwanda and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Jesper Dahlback to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
New Order,
Black Moon,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pretty Things,
The Cowsills,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Trojans,
Audionom,
Surgeon,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Mills,
Spandau Ballet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Smog,
Brothers Johnson,
June of 44,
DNA,
Royal Trux,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minny Pops,
Glenn Branca,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Görl,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Organ,
Babytalk,
Eric Copeland,
The Slackers,
Rosa Yemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ludus,
Nico,
Patti Smith,
Metal Thangz,
New Age Steppers,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
F. McDonald,
The Angels of Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Black Dice,
Iggy Pop,
Urselle,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smiths,
Ken Boothe,
The Leaves,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Banda Bassotti,
Yaz,
Roxy Music,
Slave,
The Techniques,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.