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 Micronesia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Don Cherry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Cell,
The Index,
Nas,
Ken Boothe,
Letta Mbulu,
Khruangbin,
cv313,
David Bowie,
The Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
Junior Murvin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masters at Work,
June Days,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minor Threat,
Yellowson,
Rod Modell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tom Boy,
Camouflage,
Swell Maps,
New York Dolls,
Nico,
Chris & Cosey,
Pole,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sparks,
New Order,
The Searchers,
The Fuzztones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Guru Guru,
The Gap Band,
The J.B.'s,
Cal Tjader,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Simply Red,
Erasure,
The Names,
ABBA,
Cybotron,
Bronski Beat,
The Toasters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drexciya,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grey Daturas,
Fad Gadget,
Sällskapet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Easy Going,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kevin Saunderson,
Graham Central Station,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.