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 Canada and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moody Blues,
The Golliwogs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Zeros,
Wings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moleskins,
Scion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gong,
Sparks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bob Dylan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mark Hollis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
The Misunderstood,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Style,
Fluxion,
Patti Smith,
the Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Suburban Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rakim,
Minutemen,
Pantaleimon,
Yaz,
The Move,
Jawbox,
Lyres,
Liliput,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spoonie Gee,
D'Angelo,
Monolake,
AZ,
Cecil Taylor,
Darondo,
Bang On A Can,
Erasure,
Al Stewart,
Bauhaus,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pierre Henry,
Crime,
The Motions,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott Heron,
EPMD,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun City Girls,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.