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 Denmark and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Delta 5 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Deepchord,
Essential Logic,
Bad Manners,
Zero Boys,
Ponytail,
Pylon,
Bobby Sherman,
Kayak,
Tommy Roe,
Isaac Hayes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yusef Lateef,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare,
Youth Brigade,
Fluxion,
Sonic Youth,
The Doors,
Shoche,
Magazine,
MC5,
The Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Hill,
Soul II Soul,
The Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
The Detroit Cobras,
Con Funk Shun,
X-101,
Hot Snakes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiohead,
Gerry Rafferty,
Average White Band,
New Order,
Cecil Taylor,
Young Marble Giants,
Vainqueur,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harmonia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Black Dice,
The Motions,
Deakin,
Y Pants,
Charles Mingus,
John Lydon,
Brass Construction,
China Crisis,
Gang Green,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Darondo,
Minnie Riperton,
The Angels of Light,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young,
The Leaves,
Thompson Twins,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.