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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Blackbyrds to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Second Layer,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erasure,
Unrelated Segments,
Boredoms,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Clarke,
Danielle Patucci,
Cecil Taylor,
Spoonie Gee,
Flash Fearless,
Oneida,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lightning Bolt,
Hoover,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Selecter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nirvana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agent Orange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Starr,
Lalann,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Litter,
Mantronix,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Loose Ends,
DJ Style,
The Knickerbockers,
Lower 48,
Todd Terry,
Cameo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fat Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Dual Sessions,
Scientists,
Outsiders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Los Fastidios,
Kaleidoscope,
Bad Manners,
Rufus Thomas,
The Black Dice,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
Technova,
Can,
Swans,
Altered Images,
Reagan Youth,
Trumans Water,
The Index,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.