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 New Zealand and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 H. Thieme to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Boz Scaggs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slackers,
Arab on Radar,
Ossler,
Popol Vuh,
Erykah Badu,
The Invisible,
Delta 5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Busters,
The Gap Band,
The Golliwogs,
Khruangbin,
Brand Nubian,
Dave Gahan,
Darondo,
Au Pairs,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Rundgren,
Marvin Gaye,
The Kinks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quadrant,
Gang Starr,
Guru Guru,
The Smiths,
Gabor Szabo,
In Retrospect,
Animal Collective,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Happenings,
Sparks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Procol Harum,
The Seeds,
Simply Red,
Scion,
MDC,
DJ Style,
Royal Trux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Standells,
Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
The Smoke,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.