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 Uruguay and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
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 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 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 Second Layer to the rap 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
the Normal,
Anakelly,
The Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Circle Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Desert Stars,
Moss Icon,
Agent Orange,
Unrelated Segments,
A Certain Ratio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skaos,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Sherman,
Jandek,
The Selecter,
Dark Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Niagra,
Soulsonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Loose Ends,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
Massinfluence,
Althea and Donna,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Finger,
Derrick May,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Whodini,
The Invisible,
Panda Bear,
Trumans Water,
MDC,
DJ Sneak,
Underground Resistance,
Roxy Music,
The Techniques,
The Last Poets,
Iggy Pop,
The Golliwogs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
CMW,
Gong,
Tubeway Army,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerri Chandler,
Rotary Connection,
Harmonia,
Chrome,
The Move,
Roger Hodgson,
Little Man,
World's Most,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.