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 Austria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Television Personalities to the disco 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Jacob Miller,
Cluster,
Lou Christie,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blancmange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Saccharine Trust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Mills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun City Girls,
Kayak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Velvet Underground,
Thompson Twins,
June of 44,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Almond,
Wasted Youth,
The Fall,
Junior Murvin,
The Evens,
Rapeman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlback,
Charles Mingus,
Essential Logic,
Boredoms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Tom Boy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gories,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Golliwogs,
Severed Heads,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monochrome Set,
New Order,
Franke,
Accadde A,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxy Music,
Organ,
Gang Starr,
Gichy Dan,
Siglo XX,
The Martian,
Joy Division,
Alton Ellis,
Pantytec,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.