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 Venezuela and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Sugar Minott 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Starr,
The Smiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Motorama,
Ornette Coleman,
Joey Negro,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drexciya,
Moss Icon,
The Stooges,
Public Image Ltd.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Traffic Nightmare,
Section 25,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül,
The Moleskins,
Bad Manners,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wings,
The Golliwogs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantaleimon,
Parry Music,
Jeff Lynne,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Connie Case,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reagan Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Skriet,
Newcleus,
The Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
KRS-One,
Johnny Clarke,
The Music Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Roxette,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June of 44,
Public Enemy,
Groovy Waters,
Buzzcocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Wells,
Wally Richardson,
Barry Ungar,
H. Thieme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.