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 Panama and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Throbbing Gristle to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Organ,
Sixth Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed,
Wings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nas,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Moon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
This Heat,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABC,
Skaos,
Gong,
Fad Gadget,
MDC,
Spoonie Gee,
Amazonics,
Scrapy,
Johnny Clarke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Copeland,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Iggy Pop,
Nation of Ulysses,
Schoolly D,
Liliput,
Robert Wyatt,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Roger Hodgson,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pussy Galore,
Thee Headcoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Ituana,
Technova,
The Slackers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aloha Tigers,
Procol Harum,
Rites of Spring,
Marine Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sparks,
Morten Harket,
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.