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 Ivory Coast 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Babytalk to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Surgeon,
Barbara Tucker,
Anthony Braxton,
Talk Talk,
The Leaves,
The Cure,
Monolake,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eli Mardock,
Panda Bear,
Eurythmics,
the Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Motions,
Circle Jerks,
Slick Rick,
Smog,
Suburban Knight,
Yellowson,
Amazonics,
Crime,
Banda Bassotti,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick May,
The Count Five,
Joe Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
Mad Mike,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shuggie Otis,
Warren Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
The Human League,
The Monks,
10cc,
Sixth Finger,
Japan,
The Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
R.M.O.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joyce Sims,
Livin' Joy,
Franke,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül II,
Flash Fearless,
Henry Cow,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.