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 Estonia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Kevin Saunderson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rod Modell,
Model 500,
Vainqueur,
Minor Threat,
Pierre Henry,
Underground Resistance,
Scientists,
F. McDonald,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Bauhaus,
Pagans,
John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lower 48,
Ronnie Foster,
The Zeros,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gladiators,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare,
ABBA,
The Dirtbombs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fat Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Carl Craig,
The Trojans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tommy Roe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ten City,
Fad Gadget,
The Gories,
Technova,
FM Einheit,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sam Rivers,
The Count Five,
The Gun Club,
Qualms,
The Buckinghams,
The Doors,
John Holt,
Young Marble Giants,
Panda Bear,
Spoonie Gee,
Yazoo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dark Day,
Mantronix,
This Heat,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Crooked Eye,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.