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 Croatia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Warren Ellis to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T. Rex,
Jeff Mills,
Alice Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
Warren Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Prince Buster,
Stereo Dub,
Tommy Roe,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra,
Ornette Coleman,
The Victims,
Suicide,
Matthew Bourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moody Blues,
Hot Snakes,
The Residents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
Donny Hathaway,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cramps,
Bob Dylan,
Qualms,
Rakim,
Supertramp,
The Barracudas,
The Beau Brummels,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tim Buckley,
Althea and Donna,
Shuggie Otis,
Alton Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gories,
Iggy Pop,
Second Layer,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Starr,
Simply Red,
Dead Boys,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Style,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shoche,
Accadde A,
Black Sheep,
Brand Nubian,
UT,
the Swans,
Deakin,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.