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 Antigua and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rock 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC 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?
Moss Icon,
Nico,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry's Kids,
Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Audionom,
Slave,
FM Einheit,
Altered Images,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ice-T,
Cymande,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABC,
Rites of Spring,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mars,
Black Sheep,
Morten Harket,
Yazoo,
In Retrospect,
DJ Sneak,
The Wake,
Mo-Dettes,
Clear Light,
Wings,
48th St. Collective,
Tres Demented,
Nik Kershaw,
Fat Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare,
Pulsallama,
Alphaville,
Warren Ellis,
Royal Trux,
Albert Ayler,
AZ,
Kerri Chandler,
Lower 48,
Bill Wells,
Nirvana,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Maleditus Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ohio Players,
Inner City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Tears for Fears,
E-Dancer,
Goldenarms,
Jawbox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.