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 Guinea and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rakim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Main Source,
The Raincoats,
The Count Five,
Steve Hackett,
Wolf Eyes,
FM Einheit,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Inner City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Bourne,
Albert Ayler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick May,
Bluetip,
Yaz,
Boz Scaggs,
Mission of Burma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Grass Roots,
Black Pus,
Moebius,
Urselle,
Alphaville,
Mr. Review,
Marc Almond,
Sugar Minott,
Fad Gadget,
Popol Vuh,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fuzztones,
the Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Audionom,
The United States of America,
The Black Dice,
Eve St. Jones,
Swell Maps,
X-101,
Negative Approach,
The Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
David Bowie,
Boogie Down Productions,
B.T. Express,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Piero Umiliani,
The Selecter,
Nation of Ulysses,
David McCallum,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül,
Dead Boys,
E-Dancer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
R.M.O.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.