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 Burkina and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Juan Atkins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Animal Collective,
Faust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alphaville,
Icehouse,
Main Source,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cluster,
Deepchord,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thee Headcoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stiv Bators,
The Grass Roots,
Cybotron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Charles Mingus,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Halsall,
Quantec,
Mr. Review,
Scientists,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ice-T,
Nas,
Swell Maps,
Pussy Galore,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Busters,
The Pretty Things,
Babytalk,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Foxx,
K-Klass,
The Last Poets,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantaleimon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Sherman,
John Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang of Four,
Ultravox,
Blossom Toes,
Spoonie Gee,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Section 25,
Heaven 17,
Altered Images,
The Sound,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.