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 India and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the electroclash 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Isaac Hayes,
Reagan Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Yaz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minnie Riperton,
Boredoms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siglo XX,
World's Most,
Boz Scaggs,
Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Near,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Kurtis Blow,
Pylon,
The Barracudas,
The Blues Magoos,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dave Gahan,
Don Cherry,
Nico,
Motorama,
Adolescents,
Scan 7,
Parry Music,
Metal Thangz,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris Corsano,
The Kinks,
Rites of Spring,
John Lydon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Organ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Franke,
Depeche Mode,
The Human League,
DJ Sneak,
Skarface,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Morten Harket,
La Düsseldorf,
Ten City,
Absolute Body Control,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
One Last Wish,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.