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 Congo and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mars to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Style,
Ultra Naté,
Brick,
Brothers Johnson,
Scion,
Fela Kuti,
Roxette,
Chrome,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Selecter,
Thompson Twins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Alphaville,
Nik Kershaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Pus,
The Tremeloes,
KRS-One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Bowie,
D'Angelo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Crime,
Quando Quango,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris Corsano,
The Grass Roots,
Magma,
Inner City,
Supertramp,
John Lydon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joey Negro,
Shoche,
Sonic Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jawbox,
The Black Dice,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sugar Minott,
Clear Light,
Scientists,
Skarface,
The Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Nils Olav,
the Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
Neu!,
Parry Music,
Dark Day,
Lalann,
Marshall Jefferson,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.