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 Qatar and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Gang of Four to the funk 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Black Bananas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Procol Harum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blossom Toes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Hill,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Angels of Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Banda Bassotti,
Babytalk,
Sandy B,
Chrome,
June of 44,
Camberwell Now,
Aaron Thompson,
kango's stein massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cluster,
The Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Motions,
Aloha Tigers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Whodini,
48th St. Collective,
Royal Trux,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun City Girls,
The Offenders,
Hasil Adkins,
Marmalade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Sonics,
Lyres,
Pantaleimon,
Godley & Creme,
Vainqueur,
E-Dancer,
The Zeros,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dual Sessions,
Roxette,
Rekid,
The Stooges,
Sugar Minott,
H. Thieme,
K-Klass,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Christie,
Negative Approach,
ABC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.