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 Afghanistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Archie Shepp to the rap 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Talk Talk,
Nirvana,
Lalo Schifrin,
EPMD,
Barry Ungar,
Gong,
H. Thieme,
Robert Wyatt,
Marine Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smiths,
Patti Smith,
Audionom,
The Seeds,
B.T. Express,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fuzztones,
Interpol,
Joe Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
Marmalade,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Halsall,
Joensuu 1685,
Simply Red,
The Real Kids,
The Trojans,
a-ha,
New Order,
LL Cool J,
Fugazi,
Man Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed,
Mars,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Drexciya,
Model 500,
Graham Central Station,
Vainqueur,
Eric Copeland,
Trumans Water,
Camouflage,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flash Fearless,
David Bowie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blake Baxter,
Aloha Tigers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxette,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slackers,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
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.