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 Greece and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Alton Ellis to the rap 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Khruangbin,
Cymande,
Con Funk Shun,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Prince Buster,
Reagan Youth,
Japan,
Wire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Busters,
The Golliwogs,
Glenn Branca,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Starr,
Fat Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ponytail,
Black Moon,
The Angels of Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joyce Sims,
Stereo Dub,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eurythmics,
Technova,
Agent Orange,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masters at Work,
10cc,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Offenders,
Charles Mingus,
ABC,
Bobby Byrd,
Fluxion,
Slick Rick,
DJ Sneak,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dual Sessions,
Chrome,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Fraelich,
Laurel Aitken,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Essential Logic,
L. Decosne,
cv313,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mummies,
Grey Daturas,
The Gories,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.