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 Cuba and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
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,
The Zeros,
Dual Sessions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Christie,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deepchord,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Young Marble Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
Second Layer,
Anakelly,
The Selecter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
10cc,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pole,
Y Pants,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Wells,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül II,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Byron Stingily,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suicide,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dave Gahan,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Dolphy,
Swell Maps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
CMW,
The Trojans,
The Vogues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funkadelic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Surgeon,
Roger Hodgson,
Talk Talk,
The Names,
This Heat,
Black Moon,
Urselle,
The Associates,
Al Stewart,
Audionom,
Sonic Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Index,
Robert Görl,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.