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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the crunk 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moby Grape,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fortunes,
The Dead C,
David McCallum,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rekid,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drexciya,
Echospace,
Symarip,
Gabor Szabo,
The Tremeloes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mo-Dettes,
Boz Scaggs,
The Real Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Germs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bad Manners,
The Trojans,
The Residents,
Von Mondo,
KRS-One,
the Fania All-Stars,
cv313,
Warsaw,
Interpol,
Delon & Dalcan,
U.S. Maple,
The Wake,
Robert Görl,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reagan Youth,
Pagans,
Anthony Braxton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fear,
Parry Music,
Pussy Galore,
The Gories,
Depeche Mode,
Isaac Hayes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erasure,
Tears for Fears,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxette,
Alphaville,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.