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 Malawi and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Shuggie Otis to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sister Nancy,
Cameo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Roger Hodgson,
Wolf Eyes,
Blossom Toes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Hood,
La Düsseldorf,
Eddi Front,
Ronnie Foster,
Joyce Sims,
Section 25,
Dead Boys,
Scientists,
Arab on Radar,
the Slits,
48th St. Collective,
Negative Approach,
a-ha,
Flash Fearless,
Dennis Brown,
Public Enemy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gun Club,
The Happenings,
AZ,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Wyatt,
L. Decosne,
Warsaw,
Leonard Cohen,
Eli Mardock,
OOIOO,
cv313,
The Fall,
Dark Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Smog,
Au Pairs,
Joy Division,
Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Parry Music,
Q65,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faust,
Shuggie Otis,
Lyres,
Severed Heads,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.