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 Tonga and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Urselle to the electroclash 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Black Pus,
Danielle Patucci,
Flash Fearless,
Babytalk,
The Young Rascals,
Boogie Down Productions,
Popol Vuh,
10cc,
Freddie Wadling,
Excepter,
Bobby Womack,
Cameo,
Barrington Levy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Josef K,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Bang On A Can,
Parry Music,
Can,
The Velvet Underground,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Ohio Players,
Agent Orange,
Al Stewart,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Kinks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crime,
Juan Atkins,
Camouflage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Infiniti,
Pole,
The Litter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ornette Coleman,
Kaleidoscope,
Procol Harum,
UT,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sister Nancy,
Moby Grape,
cv313,
Albert Ayler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Los Fastidios,
Gastr Del Sol,
Simply Red,
Marc Almond,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Foxx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Last Poets,
Lee Hazlewood,
Don Cherry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.