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 Moldova and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 The Human League 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
E-Dancer,
Iggy Pop,
Monolake,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Moon,
Jeff Mills,
The Kinks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Bourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Tom Boy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ice-T,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young,
Section 25,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heaven 17,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Fraelich,
Rites of Spring,
Cymande,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suicide,
Al Stewart,
Blancmange,
Arab on Radar,
Marmalade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
The United States of America,
Smog,
Cameo,
The Move,
Todd Rundgren,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sarah Menescal,
Faust,
Inner City,
The Martian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Stooges,
K-Klass,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Motions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bad Manners,
Angry Samoans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
The Beau Brummels,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.