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 Gabon and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scion to the grime 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Victims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alison Limerick,
Television,
Slick Rick,
Underground Resistance,
Circle Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mummies,
Sun City Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Adolescents,
Jerry's Kids,
the Sonics,
Lyres,
Suburban Knight,
Y Pants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slackers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Von Mondo,
Pylon,
Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Selecter,
The Slits,
Inner City,
Harmonia,
These Immortal Souls,
Juan Atkins,
Moss Icon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Connie Case,
Isaac Hayes,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Trojans,
Yazoo,
The Pretty Things,
Barclay James Harvest,
Max Romeo,
Supertramp,
Urselle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
One Last Wish,
Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
JFA,
the Fania All-Stars,
MC5,
Sixth Finger,
The Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Metal Thangz,
H. Thieme,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Sherman,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.