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 Fiji and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rock 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Dawn Penn,
The Selecter,
Zero Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Hood,
Radiohead,
Franke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cybotron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moebius,
Black Pus,
Man Parrish,
Terry Callier,
Oblivians,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Invisible,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sparks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronnie Foster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Connie Case,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ituana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Association,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Buckinghams,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Parry Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siglo XX,
Reagan Youth,
Ludus,
Grey Daturas,
Colin Newman,
B.T. Express,
Spoonie Gee,
Swell Maps,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül,
Toni Rubio,
Sex Pistols,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.