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 Angola and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeru the Damaja to the electroclash 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young,
Parry Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Hill,
The Knickerbockers,
Silicon Teens,
Groovy Waters,
Section 25,
The Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skarface,
Ten City,
Alison Limerick,
Goldenarms,
Anakelly,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Mills,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blancmange,
X-101,
Soft Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-Ray Spex,
Mission of Burma,
The Vogues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Kinks,
Grey Daturas,
Roxy Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suicide,
R.M.O.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Green,
Stereo Dub,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ken Boothe,
Fat Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Make Up,
Television,
Skriet,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
Interpol,
A Certain Ratio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.