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 Iceland and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Soulsonic Force to the crunk 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Urselle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fear,
Dual Sessions,
Blossom Toes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Model 500,
Roxette,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skarface,
Derrick Morgan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nico,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Adolescents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gabor Szabo,
Suicide,
Joy Division,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Young Rascals,
Anthony Braxton,
Pole,
The Kinks,
T. Rex,
Scion,
The Leaves,
Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Copeland,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faust,
Guru Guru,
Cymande,
Man Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eli Mardock,
Marmalade,
Wings,
Public Enemy,
Sarah Menescal,
Don Cherry,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Popol Vuh,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tim Buckley,
Black Sheep,
The Offenders,
The J.B.'s,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suburban Knight,
Oblivians,
The United States of America,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.