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 Mauritania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Livin' Joy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cecil Taylor,
Desert Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Associates,
Neil Young,
Tim Buckley,
Warren Ellis,
Wire,
F. McDonald,
The Standells,
John Lydon,
Sparks,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed,
Kerri Chandler,
Drive Like Jehu,
FM Einheit,
Barbara Tucker,
Faust,
Theoretical Girls,
Panda Bear,
One Last Wish,
The Wake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Curtis Mayfield,
EPMD,
Terrestrial Tones,
U.S. Maple,
Pole,
Stetsasonic,
Stereo Dub,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Graham Central Station,
Iggy Pop,
Simply Red,
Spoonie Gee,
KRS-One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Franke,
Eurythmics,
Neu!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ken Boothe,
The Buckinghams,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Bourne,
Mission of Burma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Essential Logic,
The Remains,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.