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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Q and Not U to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Gap Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Youth Brigade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ohio Players,
D'Angelo,
Kaleidoscope,
Talk Talk,
OOIOO,
Make Up,
Hot Snakes,
The Walker Brothers,
Model 500,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smoke,
Blossom Toes,
F. McDonald,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kayak,
Skriet,
Outsiders,
U.S. Maple,
Das Ding,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
L. Decosne,
Camouflage,
The Moody Blues,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Slick Rick,
The United States of America,
Freddie Wadling,
The Leaves,
Maleditus Sound,
John Holt,
Soft Machine,
Deadbeat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Banda Bassotti,
Thompson Twins,
Mr. Review,
Reuben Wilson,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Simply Red,
Minny Pops,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Laurel Aitken,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Hood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.