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 Swaziland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Grauzone to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eli Mardock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Easy Going,
Crash Course in Science,
Hoover,
David McCallum,
These Immortal Souls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Toni Rubio,
Technova,
Lyres,
Monks,
the Human League,
Fat Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Axelrod,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drexciya,
Audionom,
Desert Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Outsiders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Don Cherry,
The Monochrome Set,
The Grass Roots,
Cal Tjader,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker,
The Blues Magoos,
Joyce Sims,
E-Dancer,
In Retrospect,
Joensuu 1685,
Roger Hodgson,
Ohio Players,
Dave Gahan,
Banda Bassotti,
Nas,
Newcleus,
Radiohead,
Wally Richardson,
Marvin Gaye,
The Last Poets,
Vainqueur,
Flash Fearless,
Letta Mbulu,
The J.B.'s,
Piero Umiliani,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxy Music,
Scientists,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oneida,
Howard Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.