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 Cape Verde and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Black Bananas to the dance 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Gang Starr,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Leaves,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camouflage,
Yusef Lateef,
Reagan Youth,
The Fortunes,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
Sister Nancy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiohead,
Brand Nubian,
Ponytail,
The Grass Roots,
The Velvet Underground,
Los Fastidios,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Althea and Donna,
Hasil Adkins,
Iggy Pop,
Excepter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Section 25,
Bill Near,
Alphaville,
Rakim,
Pagans,
Drexciya,
Skriet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Goldenarms,
June of 44,
Skaos,
the Human League,
Carl Craig,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Niagra,
Moebius,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Almond,
Arcadia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Silicon Teens,
June Days,
Marmalade,
Wire,
Scientists,
Idris Muhammad,
Vladislav Delay,
Sight & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.