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 Sierra Leone and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Japan to the rap 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 American Breed,
Barry Ungar,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Flag,
Rod Modell,
Organ,
Rites of Spring,
Desert Stars,
The Offenders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Busters,
Intrusion,
Deakin,
The Red Krayola,
Max Romeo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blossom Toes,
Deepchord,
Crash Course in Science,
Bad Manners,
Buzzcocks,
The Walker Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ohio Players,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Audionom,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Clarke,
Echospace,
Quadrant,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sandy B,
Gang of Four,
D'Angelo,
Moby Grape,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eli Mardock,
Kerri Chandler,
Marvin Gaye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Banda Bassotti,
Camberwell Now,
Unrelated Segments,
Leonard Cohen,
The Searchers,
Das Ding,
Con Funk Shun,
Yellowson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris Corsano,
The Wake,
Dual Sessions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
B.T. Express,
Junior Murvin,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.