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 Somalia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Erykah Badu to the techno 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
the Association,
Desert Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Dennis Brown,
Blake Baxter,
Jawbox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Zero Boys,
The Sonics,
Little Man,
Charles Mingus,
Aswad,
The Associates,
The Index,
Faust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Idris Muhammad,
Infiniti,
Bill Near,
Moby Grape,
David Axelrod,
June Days,
Crooked Eye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pere Ubu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Simply Red,
Unwound,
Chris Corsano,
Deepchord,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Order,
Funky Four + One,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
Porter Ricks,
Sandy B,
FM Einheit,
Black Sheep,
Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Sarah Menescal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rapeman,
Joy Division,
Panda Bear,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang of Four,
The Evens,
The Flesh Eaters,
Inner City,
Heaven 17,
Ornette Coleman,
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.