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 Micronesia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Gun Club to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Average White Band,
the Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mummies,
DJ Sneak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABBA,
Sister Nancy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vainqueur,
The Standells,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxette,
Skriet,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cybotron,
Suburban Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masters at Work,
Peter & Gordon,
Schoolly D,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sixth Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brass Construction,
Ronnie Foster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marvin Gaye,
The Busters,
Guru Guru,
Whodini,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Easy Going,
Arthur Verocai,
Anthony Braxton,
Motorama,
Nas,
Howard Jones,
Joy Division,
Porter Ricks,
The Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cure,
Faust,
Tres Demented,
CMW,
Joyce Sims,
The Litter,
Severed Heads,
Minutemen,
Charles Mingus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.