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 Sierra Leone and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Brothers Johnson to the jazz 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABBA,
Henry Cow,
World's Most,
Television,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter & Gordon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Wake,
The Fuzztones,
New Age Steppers,
Pagans,
The American Breed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun City Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
Bad Manners,
The Martian,
The Vogues,
The Doors,
Flamin' Groovies,
AZ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy Collins,
Adolescents,
Godley & Creme,
The Cowsills,
Wolf Eyes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blossom Toes,
MDC,
Pantaleimon,
The Buckinghams,
Make Up,
Maurizio,
The Zeros,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brothers Johnson,
U.S. Maple,
Archie Shepp,
Q65,
Animal Collective,
Black Pus,
Byron Stingily,
Jacob Miller,
Michelle Simonal,
Whodini,
The Pop Group,
Popol Vuh,
Gong,
DJ Sneak,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Hill,
Monolake,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.