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 Latvia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rotary Connection to the electroclash 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Agitation Free,
Patti Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dirtbombs,
The Walker Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Motions,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultra Naté,
The Neon Judgement,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doors,
Stereo Dub,
Yaz,
Tubeway Army,
Brick,
the Human League,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crime,
Supertramp,
Fear,
Blake Baxter,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
Grey Daturas,
Delta 5,
DJ Style,
Bauhaus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Techniques,
Mr. Review,
Scrapy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Starr,
Parry Music,
Colin Newman,
Royal Trux,
Black Bananas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Half Japanese,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marmalade,
Ohio Players,
Pulsallama,
Alice Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agent Orange,
Minnie Riperton,
The Martian,
The Blackbyrds,
Blancmange,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.