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 Mauritius and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lower 48 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harmonia,
The Move,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maurizio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jandek,
JFA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aural Exciters,
Sam Rivers,
Oneida,
The Index,
The Fortunes,
Y Pants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Junior Murvin,
Crash Course in Science,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fatback Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scratch Acid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Altered Images,
Pylon,
Al Stewart,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Standells,
Man Parrish,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros,
X-101,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mummies,
Peter and Kerry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Barracudas,
The Cowsills,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Durutti Column,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Last Poets,
Wings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Trumans Water,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Searchers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Remains,
Anthony Braxton,
The Count Five,
Dennis Brown,
Erasure,
Motorama,
Lakeside,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.