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 Costa Rica and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Duran Duran to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Aural Exciters,
The Last Poets,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glenn Branca,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yazoo,
The Grass Roots,
June Days,
Excepter,
Unrelated Segments,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Görl,
Mo-Dettes,
The Move,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Bananas,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker,
The Trojans,
Bobby Sherman,
Funkadelic,
Cybotron,
Darondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ponytail,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hardrive,
Colin Newman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Flag,
Eric Copeland,
Trumans Water,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The American Breed,
Public Enemy,
Boz Scaggs,
Cecil Taylor,
Alphaville,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang On A Can,
Cymande,
The Toasters,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dirtbombs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
Aswad,
Amazonics,
Underground Resistance,
Eurythmics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
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.