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 Mongolia and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Chris Corsano to the dance 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Mills,
Yaz,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dead C,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker,
Massinfluence,
The Happenings,
The Martian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gichy Dan,
Flipper,
Cheater Slicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Human League,
Lalann,
The Barracudas,
Slick Rick,
Nils Olav,
Colin Newman,
Hot Snakes,
Bluetip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Terry,
Marvin Gaye,
Morten Harket,
Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Organ,
Joyce Sims,
Ultravox,
The Tremeloes,
Man Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
The Leaves,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June of 44,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Babytalk,
Lucky Dragons,
Ice-T,
June Days,
Radiohead,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The J.B.'s,
U.S. Maple,
Stiv Bators,
Porter Ricks,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül II,
Blossom Toes,
Letta Mbulu,
Camouflage,
D'Angelo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.