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 Libya and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 K-Klass to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Television Personalities,
the Slits,
Skarface,
Erasure,
The United States of America,
Marmalade,
Scan 7,
This Heat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Franke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David McCallum,
Dead Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
T. Rex,
Cymande,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry's Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lucky Dragons,
The Durutti Column,
The Associates,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quantec,
Q65,
The Invisible,
Ohio Players,
The Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
PIL,
In Retrospect,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Reagan Youth,
Average White Band,
Don Cherry,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dirtbombs,
Moebius,
The Golliwogs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Starr,
Saccharine Trust,
Hoover,
Circle Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
Fat Boys,
Aswad,
Toni Rubio,
The Fall,
The Beau Brummels,
Donald Byrd,
The Gun Club,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Moon,
Stetsasonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.