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 Bhutan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grunge 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Hot Snakes,
Neu!,
Dave Gahan,
Grauzone,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Christie,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Sneak,
Magazine,
Alice Coltrane,
Mandrill,
Desert Stars,
cv313,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Hill,
Fad Gadget,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash,
U.S. Maple,
Aaron Thompson,
The Black Dice,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Clarke,
Sällskapet,
Von Mondo,
Black Pus,
Marmalade,
DNA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronnie Foster,
Barbara Tucker,
John Foxx,
Piero Umiliani,
The Last Poets,
Maurizio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eddi Front,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arcadia,
CMW,
Second Layer,
K-Klass,
Godley & Creme,
Subhumans,
Basic Channel,
The Stooges,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zapp,
Faraquet,
Althea and Donna,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
Blake Baxter,
Japan,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.