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 Norway and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Iggy Pop to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Wake,
Patti Smith,
Lungfish,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Traffic Nightmare,
Outsiders,
Jerry's Kids,
Oblivians,
Neil Young,
the Bar-Kays,
The New Christs,
Maurizio,
Los Fastidios,
Animal Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slackers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Terry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blues Magoos,
Ohio Players,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lindisfarne,
Scrapy,
The Music Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nas,
Audionom,
The Trojans,
This Heat,
Aloha Tigers,
Model 500,
Shuggie Otis,
L. Decosne,
Skarface,
Sugar Minott,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gun Club,
Y Pants,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Brick,
Crispian St. Peters,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thee Headcoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxy Music,
Lightning Bolt,
Angry Samoans,
Mission of Burma,
Boogie Down Productions,
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.