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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Rites of Spring to the crunk 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Arcadia,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lyres,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris Corsano,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cheater Slicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Duran Duran,
Quantec,
The Residents,
the Bar-Kays,
Audionom,
Bob Dylan,
OOIOO,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ten City,
Juan Atkins,
Althea and Donna,
Niagra,
The Beau Brummels,
The Motions,
The Names,
Symarip,
DJ Sneak,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smiths,
Kayak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Supertramp,
The Monks,
The Fortunes,
KRS-One,
EPMD,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suicide,
Chris & Cosey,
The Star Department,
These Immortal Souls,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy Collins,
the Association,
Essential Logic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Godley & Creme,
The Gun Club,
Buzzcocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mark Hollis,
Panda Bear,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.