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 Manila.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grauzone to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Techniques,
The Angels of Light,
Index,
Steve Hackett,
Scratch Acid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zero Boys,
Hashim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fat Boys,
Model 500,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brothers Johnson,
Desert Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Jawbox,
Roxette,
Laurel Aitken,
UT,
Pulsallama,
Nils Olav,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lyres,
Supertramp,
Mr. Review,
The Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erasure,
kango's stein massive,
Sandy B,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
Japan,
China Crisis,
The Five Americans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alice Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joensuu 1685,
Eddi Front,
Anthony Braxton,
The Saints,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yaz,
Don Cherry,
the Germs,
Ituana,
Motorama,
Mark Hollis,
Sun City Girls,
Lalann,
Procol Harum,
JFA,
Kool Moe Dee,
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.