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 Indonesia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Fugs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mark Hollis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sällskapet,
The Fortunes,
The Evens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Standells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Kinks,
Faraquet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blackbyrds,
Danielle Patucci,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cowsills,
Aaron Thompson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Excepter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yaz,
Sun City Girls,
Oblivians,
Altered Images,
Absolute Body Control,
Joyce Sims,
Mad Mike,
The New Christs,
The Durutti Column,
Cameo,
The Associates,
Eddi Front,
The Names,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
48th St. Collective,
Davy DMX,
Carl Craig,
Brothers Johnson,
the Normal,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gories,
Ice-T,
Colin Newman,
Rapeman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rod Modell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mandrill,
Ossler,
Magma,
Suicide,
Pantaleimon,
Suburban Knight,
Anakelly,
Livin' Joy,
Slave,
X-102,
the Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
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.