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 Albania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Todd Rundgren to the funk 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joensuu 1685,
Cluster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
In Retrospect,
Drexciya,
Soul II Soul,
T. Rex,
The Dead C,
Eli Mardock,
Skriet,
Youth Brigade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül,
Marmalade,
Jeff Mills,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fugazi,
Swell Maps,
Altered Images,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Hill,
Procol Harum,
The Standells,
The Misunderstood,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moby Grape,
The United States of America,
Con Funk Shun,
Lakeside,
Pet Shop Boys,
Al Stewart,
The Pretty Things,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Happenings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-102,
Talk Talk,
Q and Not U,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slick Rick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moebius,
Easy Going,
Harmonia,
The Toasters,
Kenny Larkin,
Model 500,
Interpol,
MC5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flipper,
Ken Boothe,
Blancmange,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.