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 Slovakia and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minny Pops to the grunge 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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?
Grauzone,
The Residents,
World's Most,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heaven 17,
Brick,
Skriet,
Blake Baxter,
Harmonia,
Black Sheep,
Dead Boys,
Excepter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funky Four + One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sandy B,
Inner City,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
The Beau Brummels,
Parry Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Supertramp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sarah Menescal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June of 44,
Magazine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacob Miller,
The Trojans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scrapy,
The Five Americans,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Don Cherry,
The American Breed,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mo-Dettes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Age Steppers,
the Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Sherman,
Crime,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Desert Stars,
Prince Buster,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.