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 Chad and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Joey Negro to the funk 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Subhumans,
Country Teasers,
Duran Duran,
Al Stewart,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Altered Images,
Franke,
Mars,
Negative Approach,
Hoover,
Steve Hackett,
The Index,
The Leaves,
Soul II Soul,
The Pretty Things,
Dual Sessions,
Rotary Connection,
Colin Newman,
Kas Product,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gichy Dan,
Neu!,
Rapeman,
The Move,
China Crisis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gun Club,
Los Fastidios,
Toni Rubio,
Metal Thangz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Carl Craig,
Funkadelic,
Arcadia,
Spoonie Gee,
Surgeon,
Jeff Mills,
Reagan Youth,
Tom Boy,
The Busters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Clear Light,
Lyres,
Bush Tetras,
Hardrive,
Icehouse,
Audionom,
The Monochrome Set,
Can,
LL Cool J,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crime,
Bauhaus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sarah Menescal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.