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 Korea North and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 D'Angelo to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Joensuu 1685,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crime,
Procol Harum,
Aural Exciters,
Sex Pistols,
The Move,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Metal Thangz,
Subhumans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Toni Rubio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nik Kershaw,
Motorama,
Fugazi,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Womack,
Joy Division,
Kenny Larkin,
The Litter,
MDC,
The Human League,
the Normal,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stereo Dub,
Moby Grape,
Mantronix,
Malaria!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Das Ding,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unwound,
The Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül,
Ronnie Foster,
The Associates,
The Busters,
Pussy Galore,
Basic Channel,
Idris Muhammad,
The Modern Lovers,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Style,
The Dave Clark Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
Kaleidoscope,
Negative Approach,
Qualms,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Copeland,
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.