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 Denmark and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jawbox to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Colin Newman,
Althea and Donna,
The Fugs,
Sam Rivers,
Aaron Thompson,
Easy Going,
Black Pus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eddi Front,
In Retrospect,
The Skatalites,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Green,
Khruangbin,
Niagra,
Bobby Sherman,
The Star Department,
Echospace,
Royal Trux,
ABBA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick May,
Fugazi,
Depeche Mode,
Yellowson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Womack,
Skaos,
Tom Boy,
Make Up,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unwound,
Mr. Review,
The Moody Blues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Terry,
Joe Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Wings,
The Searchers,
Loose Ends,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Style,
Hasil Adkins,
Kas Product,
Sun City Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Quando Quango,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boz Scaggs,
One Last Wish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drexciya,
James White and The Blacks,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.