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 Cuba and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 The Human League 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marine Girls,
FM Einheit,
Black Sheep,
Vainqueur,
Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
The Standells,
cv313,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nils Olav,
The Moody Blues,
Hardrive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young,
Infiniti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Symarip,
the Swans,
The Star Department,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fortunes,
Fela Kuti,
Rotary Connection,
Graham Central Station,
Agitation Free,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nirvana,
Warren Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Negative Approach,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eurythmics,
Cameo,
Mr. Review,
Aaron Thompson,
Glenn Branca,
Byron Stingily,
Livin' Joy,
Archie Shepp,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Enemy,
The Residents,
Stetsasonic,
The Tremeloes,
Sandy B,
The Evens,
John Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
10cc,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dawn Penn,
Anthony Braxton,
Television Personalities,
Jawbox,
Adolescents,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.