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 Nigeria and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Eric Dolphy to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Marmalade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Rundgren,
Little Man,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ituana,
Q65,
The Dirtbombs,
kango's stein massive,
Jandek,
Q and Not U,
48th St. Collective,
The Selecter,
FM Einheit,
The Moleskins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Archie Shepp,
Fear,
Organ,
The Count Five,
New York Dolls,
Aswad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brothers Johnson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
In Retrospect,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hashim,
Symarip,
Outsiders,
John Foxx,
Delta 5,
Swans,
Quantec,
Young Marble Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Janne Schatter,
Tomorrow,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-102,
Metal Thangz,
Nico,
Scratch Acid,
Alison Limerick,
Guru Guru,
David Bowie,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
Cal Tjader,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sex Pistols,
Cymande,
Peter and Kerry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hardrive,
Lucky Dragons,
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.