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 Cyprus and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oblivians to the crunk 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scion,
Fat Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Neu!,
Joyce Sims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joy Division,
The Tremeloes,
Arthur Verocai,
Suicide,
Motorama,
Erasure,
a-ha,
Mary Jane Girls,
Outsiders,
X-102,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jandek,
Roxette,
Alphaville,
The Leaves,
B.T. Express,
Monks,
The Skatalites,
Fluxion,
Bill Near,
Robert Wyatt,
Byron Stingily,
Das Ding,
The United States of America,
Stereo Dub,
Bluetip,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terry Callier,
Jerry's Kids,
The Busters,
Henry Cow,
Basic Channel,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Agitation Free,
Pole,
Neil Young,
Can,
EPMD,
Warsaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Machine,
Newcleus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swell Maps,
Man Parrish,
MDC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.