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 Kyrgyzstan and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Carl Craig to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Andrew Hill,
EPMD,
The Walker Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Nils Olav,
Q65,
Blake Baxter,
Magazine,
cv313,
The Dirtbombs,
Graham Central Station,
The Five Americans,
Derrick Morgan,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doors,
Banda Bassotti,
The Standells,
Altered Images,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faraquet,
Newcleus,
Erykah Badu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mission of Burma,
Accadde A,
Kayak,
Eli Mardock,
Iggy Pop,
The New Christs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Sherman,
Cybotron,
Peter & Gordon,
Archie Shepp,
Supertramp,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fela Kuti,
The Invisible,
Easy Going,
Crime,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moebius,
Fugazi,
Freddie Wadling,
The Red Krayola,
Aaron Thompson,
Mo-Dettes,
Gichy Dan,
Joey Negro,
Panda Bear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Evens,
Sight & Sound,
Minutemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Finger,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.