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 Israel and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hot Snakes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Red Krayola,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mojo Men,
Aloha Tigers,
Aswad,
L. Decosne,
Index,
Grauzone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crash Course in Science,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lakeside,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Womack,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
The Last Poets,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Audionom,
the Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Model 500,
Essential Logic,
Sparks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantytec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thee Headcoats,
Motorama,
Inner City,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gories,
Masters at Work,
Camberwell Now,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Count Five,
Pulsallama,
Metal Thangz,
Schoolly D,
Joey Negro,
John Foxx,
The Smoke,
Crooked Eye,
Rapeman,
Blake Baxter,
Oneida,
Ponytail,
Zero Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Von Mondo,
Lou Christie,
Arthur Verocai,
Wolf Eyes,
Organ,
Japan,
Banda Bassotti,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.