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 Italy and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Jeff Mills to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Gabor Szabo,
The Buckinghams,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris & Cosey,
New Order,
Morten Harket,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Simply Red,
The Seeds,
The Happenings,
Darondo,
Boredoms,
The Toasters,
Arcadia,
Harry Pussy,
Q and Not U,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonic Youth,
LL Cool J,
Urselle,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Clarke,
Icehouse,
Althea and Donna,
Flash Fearless,
Barry Ungar,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Popol Vuh,
Von Mondo,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smoke,
Magazine,
The Monochrome Set,
Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brand Nubian,
The Mojo Men,
AZ,
Ralphi Rosario,
MC5,
Judy Mowatt,
The Invisible,
Todd Terry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Banda Bassotti,
Adolescents,
The Five Americans,
Y Pants,
Sandy B,
Excepter,
Jawbox,
Fat Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Hill,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.