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 Nigeria and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deepchord to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Brothers Johnson,
Don Cherry,
Nirvana,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erasure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris Corsano,
Little Man,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Easy Going,
Bush Tetras,
Cheater Slicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Raincoats,
F. McDonald,
Surgeon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
Sight & Sound,
The Black Dice,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Copeland,
Pierre Henry,
Ten City,
Nick Fraelich,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Audionom,
B.T. Express,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Severed Heads,
The Busters,
Von Mondo,
Yaz,
The Red Krayola,
Trumans Water,
Ultravox,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Desert Stars,
The Cramps,
Arthur Verocai,
The Young Rascals,
Isaac Hayes,
The Invisible,
Roxy Music,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jawbox,
Grey Daturas,
Intrusion,
Q and Not U,
Camberwell Now,
Ultra Naté,
Kenny Larkin,
JFA,
The Remains,
The Blackbyrds,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.