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 Uzbekistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the funk 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lakeside,
Nirvana,
Maurizio,
The Searchers,
Amazonics,
Jeff Mills,
Minutemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sonics,
Mr. Review,
Massinfluence,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scion,
The Gap Band,
Radiohead,
ABBA,
The Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Panda Bear,
Prince Buster,
Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Quantec,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stiv Bators,
The Toasters,
Television Personalities,
Public Image Ltd.,
KRS-One,
Godley & Creme,
Babytalk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shuggie Otis,
Bauhaus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Litter,
Cal Tjader,
The Cramps,
Dark Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eurythmics,
Lou Christie,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Terry,
Jandek,
Excepter,
Outsiders,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Charles Mingus,
Dennis Brown,
Pagans,
James White and The Blacks,
John Coltrane,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.