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 Netherlands and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Erykah Badu 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxette,
Tropical Tobacco,
T. Rex,
Carl Craig,
Delta 5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Angels of Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q and Not U,
The Buckinghams,
Camberwell Now,
Unwound,
The Barracudas,
Josef K,
Rotary Connection,
Oneida,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hot Snakes,
Jacob Miller,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Arcadia,
Average White Band,
Bob Dylan,
Essential Logic,
Oblivians,
Aural Exciters,
Suburban Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül II,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Wyatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cheater Slicks,
L. Decosne,
Ultimate Spinach,
MC5,
Accadde A,
The Fugs,
June of 44,
Japan,
Warren Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
Cecil Taylor,
Clear Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quando Quango,
Radio Birdman,
U.S. Maple,
Royal Trux,
Lucky Dragons,
Ludus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Machine,
Jandek,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.