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 Sweden and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Danielle Patucci to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a guitar 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Young Rascals,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The United States of America,
Prince Buster,
Nick Fraelich,
Smog,
Godley & Creme,
Pole,
Rekid,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Clarke,
The J.B.'s,
the Bar-Kays,
Hoover,
Cymande,
Connie Case,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Au Pairs,
Rites of Spring,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dead Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cybotron,
Robert Wyatt,
Rufus Thomas,
The Searchers,
Animal Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wasted Youth,
Amazonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Foxx,
Saccharine Trust,
Mars,
Can,
DJ Sneak,
Junior Murvin,
Josef K,
The Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
Steve Hackett,
Pagans,
Motorama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glenn Branca,
Q and Not U,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Excepter,
Ultra Naté,
Y Pants,
Cheater Slicks,
Al Stewart,
Marmalade,
Crash Course in Science,
Chrome,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.