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 Tajikistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Scrapy to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Susan Cadogan,
The Saints,
Shoche,
the Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Michelle Simonal,
Sound Behaviour,
Cheater Slicks,
F. McDonald,
The Knickerbockers,
Juan Atkins,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Womack,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Foxx,
Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül,
JFA,
Davy DMX,
The United States of America,
Bronski Beat,
Alison Limerick,
Slave,
The Buckinghams,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June Days,
Sonic Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Khruangbin,
Silicon Teens,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gories,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lakeside,
Gang Green,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Starr,
Trumans Water,
Byron Stingily,
John Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Second Layer,
Tim Buckley,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minor Threat,
Bang On A Can,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.