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 Madagascar and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sparks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
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,
The Happenings,
DNA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q65,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultra Naté,
This Heat,
Eli Mardock,
Morten Harket,
The Wake,
Colin Newman,
Kurtis Blow,
Infiniti,
Brothers Johnson,
Gong,
Oneida,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Sonics,
Excepter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Clarke,
The Martian,
Unwound,
Jacob Miller,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q and Not U,
Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aaron Thompson,
Fugazi,
Stetsasonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donald Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
B.T. Express,
Sugar Minott,
The Vogues,
FM Einheit,
Adolescents,
Kayak,
World's Most,
Desert Stars,
Black Sheep,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Interpol,
The Pretty Things,
Das Ding,
The Move,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television Personalities,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.