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 Morocco and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Blackbyrds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Royal Trux,
Joy Division,
Scrapy,
Morten Harket,
L. Decosne,
The Motions,
The Leaves,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smoke,
The Star Department,
Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
Althea and Donna,
The Red Krayola,
Circle Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
Graham Central Station,
Traffic Nightmare,
Altered Images,
John Lydon,
Skaos,
Rosa Yemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boz Scaggs,
The Neon Judgement,
Index,
Dead Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Half Japanese,
The Mummies,
Eric Copeland,
The Wake,
Cecil Taylor,
June Days,
Cluster,
Hardrive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
EPMD,
Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Harmonia,
ABBA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang On A Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Donald Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
Junior Murvin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Beau Brummels,
Eddi Front,
Infiniti,
Marvin Gaye,
Letta Mbulu,
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.