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 Vanuatu and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Holt to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
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,
E-Dancer,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doors,
Main Source,
Pylon,
Q65,
Erasure,
The Skatalites,
Country Teasers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sister Nancy,
Q and Not U,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Litter,
Minor Threat,
Royal Trux,
Masters at Work,
Marc Almond,
The Sound,
Rites of Spring,
the Human League,
Hoover,
Inner City,
Tubeway Army,
The Pretty Things,
Ten City,
Visage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
LL Cool J,
Darondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cure,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dennis Brown,
Kas Product,
the Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Mars,
Roxy Music,
The Young Rascals,
Von Mondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brick,
Ultravox,
Black Sheep,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Count Five,
Fatback Band,
Rapeman,
Cecil Taylor,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Halsall,
Aloha Tigers,
Tommy Roe,
Dawn Penn,
Severed Heads,
Yellowson,
Crash Course in Science,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.