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 Iceland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Swell Maps to the grunge 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moebius,
The Knickerbockers,
Colin Newman,
Mandrill,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bush Tetras,
Glenn Branca,
John Holt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nils Olav,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Au Pairs,
X-101,
Hashim,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy Collins,
Desert Stars,
Funkadelic,
The Trojans,
Black Sheep,
Letta Mbulu,
Joy Division,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sandy B,
Sugar Minott,
PIL,
Subhumans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barbara Tucker,
Q and Not U,
Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Zapp,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantaleimon,
Dawn Penn,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fuzztones,
Aural Exciters,
The Pretty Things,
Radiohead,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Inner City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.