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 Colombia and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mummies,
Carl Craig,
James White and The Blacks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
PIL,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roger Hodgson,
Deadbeat,
Chrome,
The Leaves,
Porter Ricks,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
Byron Stingily,
Accadde A,
Ludus,
Black Sheep,
The Happenings,
Ken Boothe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Copeland,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visage,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wasted Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Barry Ungar,
Laurel Aitken,
Animal Collective,
Essential Logic,
The Saints,
Chris Corsano,
The Blues Magoos,
Unrelated Segments,
The United States of America,
Desert Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Severed Heads,
Camberwell Now,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The American Breed,
Ultravox,
Section 25,
Robert Wyatt,
Radio Birdman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Hood,
Marmalade,
Idris Muhammad,
Harry Pussy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flipper,
Skriet,
Joe Smooth,
Pole,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.