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 Austria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Shuggie Otis to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Wyatt,
MC5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smoke,
Suburban Knight,
Audionom,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dave Gahan,
Con Funk Shun,
Skriet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
Bronski Beat,
48th St. Collective,
Ohio Players,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reuben Wilson,
Deakin,
Jawbox,
The Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kas Product,
Dennis Brown,
Magma,
Wally Richardson,
Charles Mingus,
Idris Muhammad,
Marmalade,
Cameo,
Youth Brigade,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Standells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Judy Mowatt,
The New Christs,
The United States of America,
Black Sheep,
Scientists,
Tears for Fears,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultravox,
The Blues Magoos,
The Grass Roots,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dead C,
Warsaw,
Reagan Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Offenders,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.