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 Jamaica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Stereo Dub to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin 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?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television Personalities,
The Barracudas,
Lucky Dragons,
Clear Light,
Tom Boy,
Laurel Aitken,
Girls At Our Best!,
Average White Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Wings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maurizio,
The Raincoats,
Ituana,
Scrapy,
The Cowsills,
Masters at Work,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ludus,
Panda Bear,
These Immortal Souls,
Scratch Acid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Copeland,
Newcleus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Aural Exciters,
Suburban Knight,
Skaos,
Audionom,
The Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
The Last Poets,
Blancmange,
Charles Mingus,
Sixth Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Prince Buster,
Moebius,
Bill Wells,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June of 44,
Aswad,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
kango's stein massive,
Deakin,
Spoonie Gee,
Pulsallama,
Nas,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.