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 Ethiopia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David McCallum to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
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,
Jeff Mills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rod Modell,
Pantaleimon,
Sound Behaviour,
Tears for Fears,
Eden Ahbez,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Byrd,
Cameo,
Thee Headcoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Lungfish,
Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Procol Harum,
Qualms,
Freddie Wadling,
the Swans,
The Raincoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chrome,
The Victims,
Spoonie Gee,
Inner City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stiv Bators,
Interpol,
Eurythmics,
Kaleidoscope,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pussy Galore,
Cybotron,
The Standells,
Camberwell Now,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Mark Hollis,
cv313,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Fraelich,
Accadde A,
Slave,
Wings,
the Sonics,
Ponytail,
Angry Samoans,
Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Roger Hodgson,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Names,
Barbara Tucker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.