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 Netherlands and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grunge 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sound,
Scott Walker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Victims,
The American Breed,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June Days,
Alton Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mojo Men,
Kayak,
Mission of Burma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zapp,
Theoretical Girls,
Simply Red,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Count Five,
Altered Images,
Television,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scratch Acid,
Pere Ubu,
Alison Limerick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mantronix,
The Cowsills,
Mark Hollis,
Lower 48,
Talk Talk,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Hood,
Vladislav Delay,
Archie Shepp,
Q and Not U,
Ultimate Spinach,
Section 25,
Dead Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reagan Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
The Techniques,
Mr. Review,
Whodini,
Pantytec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Enemy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ituana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visage,
Television Personalities,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.