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 Mongolia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chris Corsano to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Skatalites,
Excepter,
Bob Dylan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Bananas,
Ice-T,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fela Kuti,
Mars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Essential Logic,
Pole,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fugs,
Crash Course in Science,
Moby Grape,
Ronnie Foster,
Quantec,
Brick,
Radio Birdman,
Max Romeo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joey Negro,
the Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Charles Mingus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oneida,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Hill,
The Remains,
Gong,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Agent Orange,
Black Pus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fuzztones,
David Axelrod,
Nas,
Ten City,
The Walker Brothers,
Dark Day,
Basic Channel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pop Group,
Morten Harket,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter & Gordon,
Joensuu 1685,
Al Stewart,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Technova,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.