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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Khruangbin to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kenny Larkin,
Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maurizio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sugar Minott,
Quando Quango,
The Divine Comedy,
48th St. Collective,
Harry Pussy,
FM Einheit,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zero Boys,
The Vogues,
Wire,
The Zeros,
Minor Threat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Leonard Cohen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Letta Mbulu,
Nils Olav,
Audionom,
D'Angelo,
Soul II Soul,
Dead Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Qualms,
Todd Rundgren,
The Martian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cameo,
Stiv Bators,
Aswad,
Eden Ahbez,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angry Samoans,
Terry Callier,
This Heat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doors,
Adolescents,
Loose Ends,
Robert Hood,
Pole,
Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Sight & Sound,
Duran Duran,
Pagans,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Parrish,
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.