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 Dominica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Busters to the dance 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
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,
Qualms,
Index,
Spoonie Gee,
Rosa Yemen,
Michelle Simonal,
Wings,
Sun Ra,
Camberwell Now,
Freddie Wadling,
Joey Negro,
Lyres,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dead C,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Trumans Water,
Delta 5,
Khruangbin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Foxx,
Metal Thangz,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Rundgren,
Darondo,
Gang of Four,
Pylon,
Main Source,
D'Angelo,
The Pop Group,
Tears for Fears,
The Count Five,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arcadia,
Ludus,
Ultra Naté,
Fela Kuti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eurythmics,
Cheater Slicks,
Joyce Sims,
The Standells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heaven 17,
Arab on Radar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Seeds,
The Wake,
Dennis Brown,
The Names,
Urselle,
Lungfish,
Gong,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Near,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.