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 Poland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Brothers Johnson,
The Music Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Wally Richardson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
One Last Wish,
Easy Going,
The Residents,
Public Enemy,
The Fall,
Negative Approach,
Nils Olav,
Gang Gang Dance,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalo Schifrin,
L. Decosne,
The Toasters,
Hoover,
EPMD,
Rosa Yemen,
Goldenarms,
Joyce Sims,
Skaos,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalann,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Altered Images,
Grey Daturas,
The Buckinghams,
Marine Girls,
Scrapy,
Brick,
Adolescents,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Technova,
JFA,
Masters at Work,
The Divine Comedy,
Sister Nancy,
Yellowson,
Anakelly,
F. McDonald,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oblivians,
Fear,
The Gun Club,
The Offenders,
Arcadia,
Basic Channel,
X-Ray Spex,
Davy DMX,
Japan,
The Selecter,
Metal Thangz,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.