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 Ethiopia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Todd Terry to the funk 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wolf Eyes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mummies,
Bluetip,
The Gladiators,
FM Einheit,
Sun City Girls,
The Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Music Machine,
New York Dolls,
Bill Near,
June of 44,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare,
Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül,
UT,
Blancmange,
Michelle Simonal,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Rundgren,
Panda Bear,
AZ,
Arcadia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shuggie Otis,
Skaos,
Quando Quango,
Royal Trux,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Fraelich,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moby Grape,
Barclay James Harvest,
B.T. Express,
Au Pairs,
Procol Harum,
Kevin Saunderson,
Guru Guru,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gun Club,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Talk Talk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The New Christs,
Rekid,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Model 500,
The Cure,
Half Japanese,
Kerrie Biddell,
K-Klass,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.