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 Morocco and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Tim Buckley to the rap 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid 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?
Hoover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zapp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gabor Szabo,
DNA,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalann,
Donny Hathaway,
Neu!,
The Misunderstood,
R.M.O.,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Move,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Babytalk,
Au Pairs,
Don Cherry,
The Red Krayola,
Black Bananas,
Warsaw,
The Zeros,
Minor Threat,
The Searchers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eddi Front,
cv313,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camouflage,
Excepter,
Quadrant,
Clear Light,
E-Dancer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The J.B.'s,
In Retrospect,
The Walker Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Fugazi,
T. Rex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minnie Riperton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moody Blues,
Simply Red,
Groovy Waters,
John Coltrane,
Newcleus,
PIL,
L. Decosne,
Lee Hazlewood,
K-Klass,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Victims,
Essential Logic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.