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 Iceland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peter & Gordon to the rock 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lebanon Hanover,
Make Up,
Lindisfarne,
Alphaville,
The Fuzztones,
Vladislav Delay,
Chrome,
This Heat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sparks,
Al Stewart,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
K-Klass,
Second Layer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Circle Jerks,
Liliput,
Pussy Galore,
Newcleus,
D'Angelo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tom Boy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Qualms,
Hoover,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Parry Music,
John Coltrane,
X-101,
MC5,
Rosa Yemen,
Alton Ellis,
June of 44,
Audionom,
Bobby Byrd,
X-102,
Patti Smith,
Warsaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sister Nancy,
Sex Pistols,
MDC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swans,
The Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Leonard Cohen,
Moby Grape,
Chris Corsano,
The Velvet Underground,
John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Aural Exciters,
Bang On A Can,
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.