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 Chile and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Pantaleimon to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sound,
Pylon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gabor Szabo,
Eddi Front,
Robert Görl,
Derrick Morgan,
Absolute Body Control,
Dark Day,
Outsiders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Accadde A,
Au Pairs,
MDC,
Drexciya,
The Angels of Light,
Harmonia,
Loose Ends,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joy Division,
Interpol,
Deakin,
The Young Rascals,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Niagra,
Fad Gadget,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
10cc,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brand Nubian,
Delta 5,
Jandek,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ossler,
The Human League,
The Misunderstood,
Rapeman,
Kayak,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arthur Verocai,
Nils Olav,
The Sonics,
The Trojans,
Charles Mingus,
Newcleus,
Mark Hollis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bauhaus,
Alphaville,
Panda Bear,
Banda Bassotti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
Silicon Teens,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.