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 Belize and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Moody Blues to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Sound Behaviour,
Negative Approach,
Yazoo,
Popol Vuh,
Mandrill,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Raincoats,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ornette Coleman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cramps,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tears for Fears,
K-Klass,
Grey Daturas,
Yellowson,
Marine Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nirvana,
Peter & Gordon,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donny Hathaway,
Pussy Galore,
Nas,
Gabor Szabo,
Symarip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tom Boy,
The Happenings,
Freddie Wadling,
Godley & Creme,
Skriet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suicide,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monochrome Set,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABBA,
Gang of Four,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marmalade,
The Names,
Bluetip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tim Buckley,
The Saints,
Ossler,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.