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 Peru and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Crime to the rap 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
LL Cool J,
China Crisis,
Flipper,
The Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
Niagra,
Sam Rivers,
David McCallum,
The Litter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Zeros,
cv313,
Massinfluence,
Barclay James Harvest,
Half Japanese,
Lakeside,
Zero Boys,
New Age Steppers,
The Five Americans,
Monolake,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare,
The Names,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Carl Craig,
Technova,
the Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
Bush Tetras,
Bang On A Can,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ten City,
Junior Murvin,
Graham Central Station,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suburban Knight,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Make Up,
Outsiders,
Vainqueur,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drexciya,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerri Chandler,
kango's stein massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Subhumans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Swans,
Model 500,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.