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 Israel and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Iggy Pop to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Selecter,
Scan 7,
The Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unwound,
Main Source,
Groovy Waters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pole,
Country Teasers,
The Modern Lovers,
kango's stein massive,
Morten Harket,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hardrive,
Sex Pistols,
Barry Ungar,
The American Breed,
Ponytail,
ABBA,
James White and The Blacks,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed,
Minnie Riperton,
The Birthday Party,
Yusef Lateef,
Donald Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Machine,
Crime,
Sister Nancy,
Boredoms,
The Invisible,
Roger Hodgson,
Porter Ricks,
June Days,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick Morgan,
MC5,
48th St. Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Panda Bear,
Sun City Girls,
The Trojans,
Bill Wells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siglo XX,
Eddi Front,
Rosa Yemen,
Flash Fearless,
The Slackers,
Lakeside,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.