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 Indonesia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Alton Ellis to the rap 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a sitar and a 808 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fad Gadget,
JFA,
The Wake,
The Neon Judgement,
DNA,
The Techniques,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blues Magoos,
The Count Five,
Half Japanese,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Procol Harum,
Susan Cadogan,
the Slits,
Vainqueur,
Heaven 17,
F. McDonald,
Minor Threat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slick Rick,
The Star Department,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smoke,
Crime,
Fat Boys,
The Selecter,
Hoover,
the Normal,
Stiv Bators,
Frankie Knuckles,
David McCallum,
Pussy Galore,
Aaron Thompson,
Hashim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swell Maps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Dolphy,
Brass Construction,
Sight & Sound,
Average White Band,
Bobby Womack,
Moss Icon,
Mad Mike,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Starr,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sällskapet,
Cal Tjader,
Mars,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.