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 South Sudan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Average White Band to the grime 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Ludus,
Altered Images,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Charles Mingus,
Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Piero Umiliani,
Fugazi,
The Durutti Column,
Panda Bear,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gong,
Unrelated Segments,
Animal Collective,
Amazonics,
Rites of Spring,
The Beau Brummels,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers,
Cymande,
Nirvana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantytec,
Marvin Gaye,
Wings,
The Searchers,
Soft Machine,
The Associates,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erykah Badu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joey Negro,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
AZ,
Minor Threat,
Henry Cow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Popol Vuh,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ponytail,
Ten City,
Matthew Halsall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Albert Ayler,
The Young Rascals,
LL Cool J,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shoche,
Cybotron,
Rod Modell,
June of 44,
Juan Atkins,
Sex Pistols,
Ohio Players,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Slits,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.