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 Mozambique and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Divine Comedy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Scan 7,
Faraquet,
Sarah Menescal,
Cluster,
Malaria!,
The Trojans,
Terry Callier,
Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cure,
The Blackbyrds,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Michelle Simonal,
David McCallum,
The Busters,
Buzzcocks,
Joey Negro,
The Invisible,
Supertramp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marvin Gaye,
Ponytail,
Agitation Free,
10cc,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mandrill,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cybotron,
Organ,
OOIOO,
U.S. Maple,
Arab on Radar,
Rapeman,
The Cramps,
Magma,
Tubeway Army,
Smog,
EPMD,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pussy Galore,
La Düsseldorf,
T. Rex,
Wings,
Tres Demented,
Donny Hathaway,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
The Star Department,
R.M.O.,
D'Angelo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Howard Jones,
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.