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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Trumans Water 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
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,
Cameo,
Blake Baxter,
Ultravox,
New York Dolls,
These Immortal Souls,
The Real Kids,
The Kinks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oblivians,
The Evens,
The Litter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Move,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donald Byrd,
Darondo,
The Fortunes,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra,
Urselle,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The United States of America,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wasted Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Supertramp,
Arcadia,
Sällskapet,
The Monochrome Set,
Prince Buster,
Eric Copeland,
Patti Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roger Hodgson,
Drexciya,
Hot Snakes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barbara Tucker,
Aural Exciters,
48th St. Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronnie Foster,
Alison Limerick,
Joyce Sims,
Thee Headcoats,
Byron Stingily,
Don Cherry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rapeman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Technova,
Severed Heads,
The Human League,
Pantaleimon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cybotron,
Slave,
The Pretty Things,
The Tremeloes,
The Five Americans,
June of 44,
The Dead C,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.