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 Belarus and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Silicon Teens to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Altered Images,
Average White Band,
Icehouse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Walker Brothers,
The Trojans,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
KRS-One,
World's Most,
Stereo Dub,
Half Japanese,
Talk Talk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bob Dylan,
Ituana,
The Vogues,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Near,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Carl Craig,
Agitation Free,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Coltrane,
Wings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Desert Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fortunes,
Boredoms,
Excepter,
Byron Stingily,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delta 5,
Fat Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Darondo,
Graham Central Station,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronan,
Arcadia,
Y Pants,
Public Enemy,
Lungfish,
The Leaves,
The Wake,
The Gun Club,
JFA,
Inner City,
Juan Atkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxette,
Maurizio,
Ultra Naté,
Can,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick Morgan,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.