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 Bahrain and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Minor Threat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vainqueur,
Sandy B,
Arthur Verocai,
The Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Moss Icon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
KRS-One,
John Cale,
Easy Going,
Minutemen,
The Skatalites,
Fela Kuti,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
The Red Krayola,
Gong,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Niagra,
Camouflage,
Danielle Patucci,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott Heron,
LL Cool J,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash,
Idris Muhammad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Terry,
The Young Rascals,
Arab on Radar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Stooges,
Angry Samoans,
Connie Case,
Fat Boys,
Bauhaus,
Panda Bear,
The Modern Lovers,
Procol Harum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mojo Men,
The Residents,
Alice Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Deakin,
Rotary Connection,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pylon,
Pulsallama,
The Move,
Amazonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Germs,
June of 44,
T.S.O.L.,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.