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 Singapore and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Mad Mike to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Hot Snakes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marmalade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unwound,
Thee Headcoats,
MDC,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kas Product,
The Moody Blues,
Kayak,
Tommy Roe,
Fear,
John Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Max Romeo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
10cc,
Sandy B,
The Five Americans,
Q and Not U,
Icehouse,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sound,
Visage,
The Wake,
Todd Terry,
Monolake,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television Personalities,
Spoonie Gee,
Eli Mardock,
Theoretical Girls,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Average White Band,
Animal Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Barracudas,
Cal Tjader,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Christie,
Eddi Front,
Pere Ubu,
Public Enemy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funkadelic,
Yaz,
Mo-Dettes,
Michelle Simonal,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Star Department,
The Evens,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.