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 Germany and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rock 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Grey Daturas,
The Tremeloes,
Soul II Soul,
Skaos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Negative Approach,
D'Angelo,
Donny Hathaway,
Urselle,
the Bar-Kays,
Tommy Roe,
Lalo Schifrin,
T.S.O.L.,
June Days,
Radiohead,
The Five Americans,
David Bowie,
DJ Sneak,
Terrestrial Tones,
U.S. Maple,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
Bush Tetras,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick May,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-102,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare,
Japan,
The Names,
Ornette Coleman,
Mantronix,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erykah Badu,
Rakim,
Cameo,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eurythmics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quando Quango,
Cymande,
Nirvana,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cramps,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Martian,
Lakeside,
Unrelated Segments,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.