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 Benin and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Warren Ellis,
Easy Going,
Animal Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Hot Snakes,
The Mummies,
Swell Maps,
Guru Guru,
Danielle Patucci,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sight & Sound,
the Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
R.M.O.,
Royal Trux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blancmange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Alarm Clocks,
EPMD,
Don Cherry,
The Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Ken Boothe,
Magazine,
New Age Steppers,
Smog,
Fat Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pole,
Sun Ra,
Quando Quango,
PIL,
The Trojans,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dave Gahan,
Iggy Pop,
The Happenings,
cv313,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Carl Craig,
James White and The Blacks,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.