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 Ethiopia and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Techniques,
Nas,
Junior Murvin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doors,
Brothers Johnson,
Sarah Menescal,
The Kinks,
Oneida,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Don Cherry,
Royal Trux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alphaville,
Jeff Mills,
The Grass Roots,
Slick Rick,
AZ,
Todd Rundgren,
Harry Pussy,
The Selecter,
Hot Snakes,
Connie Case,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABBA,
Gong,
The Skatalites,
F. McDonald,
Inner City,
Al Stewart,
Glenn Branca,
the Germs,
Delta 5,
The Raincoats,
Tommy Roe,
Whodini,
John Holt,
John Foxx,
Cameo,
Interpol,
Idris Muhammad,
Scientists,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
LL Cool J,
Buzzcocks,
Sandy B,
Y Pants,
Cal Tjader,
The Smoke,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Evens,
Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swell Maps,
Simply Red,
Heaven 17,
Technova,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.