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 Taiwan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Alton Ellis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Lucky Dragons,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Bourne,
Rod Modell,
Man Parrish,
The Slackers,
Alice Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers,
T. Rex,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Evens,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Basic Channel,
Soul II Soul,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Brand Nubian,
Pantytec,
Marc Almond,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lungfish,
Lalann,
Swans,
Jacques Brel,
The Residents,
Absolute Body Control,
Mark Hollis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funky Four + One,
Negative Approach,
Brothers Johnson,
Kas Product,
Unwound,
Fatback Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Japan,
Outsiders,
Can,
The Leaves,
Juan Atkins,
Interpol,
The Divine Comedy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Little Man,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.