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 Moldova and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-101,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers,
Yaz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
a-ha,
Alison Limerick,
Jawbox,
Basic Channel,
Scion,
Camberwell Now,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kas Product,
Section 25,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Flag,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun City Girls,
Rapeman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Skarface,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gladiators,
Dave Gahan,
James White and The Blacks,
The Barracudas,
Thompson Twins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Starr,
Scan 7,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ken Boothe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Names,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Darondo,
Amazonics,
The Saints,
Clear Light,
Bootsy Collins,
The United States of America,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echospace,
The Selecter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Bananas,
Arcadia,
The Slits,
the Association,
DJ Sneak,
Negative Approach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.