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 Turkmenistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Essential Logic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
David Bowie,
Panda Bear,
Yazoo,
Cheater Slicks,
Outsiders,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cluster,
The United States of America,
JFA,
Nik Kershaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
The Five Americans,
Gong,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Young Rascals,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alice Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Joey Negro,
The Stooges,
Matthew Bourne,
Wally Richardson,
Dennis Brown,
The Happenings,
Scratch Acid,
Erasure,
Q65,
Scrapy,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxette,
Kas Product,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Pus,
Tommy Roe,
the Association,
June Days,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Hood,
Khruangbin,
Symarip,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
Henry Cow,
David Axelrod,
Maleditus Sound,
Angry Samoans,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythm & Sound,
Main Source,
Minnie Riperton,
UT,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronnie Foster,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.