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 Czech Republic and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Skriet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Laurel Aitken,
Fat Boys,
Kayak,
Cecil Taylor,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nas,
The Cramps,
Q65,
Aaron Thompson,
The Modern Lovers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ralphi Rosario,
Altered Images,
Parry Music,
Pagans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fluxion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skarface,
The Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bauhaus,
The Fuzztones,
Massinfluence,
Brass Construction,
Eve St. Jones,
Loose Ends,
Ornette Coleman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Niagra,
Derrick Morgan,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The United States of America,
The Beau Brummels,
Eli Mardock,
Supertramp,
Harmonia,
Blake Baxter,
Donald Byrd,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra,
Mantronix,
Main Source,
Anakelly,
The Wake,
The Smiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amazonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Yaz,
The Gories,
Dark Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Little Man,
The Grass Roots,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.