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 Guatemala and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 In Retrospect to the punk 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The Standells,
Black Flag,
The Red Krayola,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Invisible,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Terry,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultravox,
The Dead C,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vladislav Delay,
Sandy B,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Charles Mingus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers,
EPMD,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Bar-Kays,
Japan,
The Martian,
Saccharine Trust,
CMW,
Joe Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Model 500,
Howard Jones,
Audionom,
Flash Fearless,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yaz,
Circle Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Babytalk,
Moebius,
Angry Samoans,
Boredoms,
Donald Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
Surgeon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Crooked Eye,
Khruangbin,
Dead Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dirtbombs,
The Tremeloes,
Simply Red,
Desert Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.