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 Cambodia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eve St. Jones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quando Quango,
Erykah Badu,
Eddi Front,
Popol Vuh,
Intrusion,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ten City,
The Residents,
the Association,
Marine Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Average White Band,
Colin Newman,
Maurizio,
The Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Youth Brigade,
Sarah Menescal,
Pierre Henry,
Cymande,
The Dead C,
Tres Demented,
Gang of Four,
Gang Gang Dance,
Groovy Waters,
Symarip,
Shoche,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Toni Rubio,
Parry Music,
Chris Corsano,
the Germs,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tears for Fears,
Roger Hodgson,
Delta 5,
The Index,
Moebius,
The Monochrome Set,
Deepchord,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stiv Bators,
The Velvet Underground,
Eli Mardock,
The Mummies,
The Doors,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dave Gahan,
Donny Hathaway,
Scientists,
The Neon Judgement,
Au Pairs,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.