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 Argentina and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grime 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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Alton Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Young Rascals,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Techniques,
Agent Orange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rod Modell,
Soulsonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun Ra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blues Magoos,
48th St. Collective,
Popol Vuh,
The Misunderstood,
Joy Division,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Surgeon,
The Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Spoonie Gee,
Das Ding,
Rekid,
Nico,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerri Chandler,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Litter,
These Immortal Souls,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
the Germs,
Parry Music,
Dave Gahan,
Chris & Cosey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang On A Can,
The Smoke,
Neil Young,
The Fugs,
Sun City Girls,
Wire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fear,
The Durutti Column,
Connie Case,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.