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 San Marino and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Bluetip to the crunk 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Oblivians,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Deadbeat,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Royal Trux,
The Busters,
The Real Kids,
KRS-One,
The Red Krayola,
The Five Americans,
Cheater Slicks,
Essential Logic,
Buzzcocks,
The Toasters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tres Demented,
The Beau Brummels,
Bluetip,
Jawbox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Stiv Bators,
The Victims,
E-Dancer,
Idris Muhammad,
Rekid,
Juan Atkins,
Lalann,
Darondo,
Agitation Free,
Sun City Girls,
Aural Exciters,
48th St. Collective,
The Fuzztones,
The Slits,
LL Cool J,
Roxette,
Magma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DNA,
David Axelrod,
Marmalade,
Angry Samoans,
John Lydon,
The Buckinghams,
Steve Hackett,
Grey Daturas,
The Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Wasted Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.