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 Suriname and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Shoche to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Japan,
Icehouse,
Arab on Radar,
the Bar-Kays,
Crime,
Swell Maps,
Steve Hackett,
Easy Going,
Cybotron,
Lightning Bolt,
Neu!,
Gang Starr,
Alton Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Don Cherry,
Deakin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
The Gladiators,
The Durutti Column,
Sixth Finger,
Jacob Miller,
The Residents,
DNA,
Kurtis Blow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ossler,
Rufus Thomas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crooked Eye,
Section 25,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Green,
Panda Bear,
Quando Quango,
Hardrive,
Mantronix,
Joyce Sims,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hoover,
Metal Thangz,
The Monochrome Set,
David McCallum,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Bourne,
Juan Atkins,
Tres Demented,
48th St. Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
The Techniques,
EPMD,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The United States of America,
Ice-T,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.