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 Cyprus and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Agent Orange to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Moby Grape,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doors,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Silicon Teens,
Minor Threat,
Lightning Bolt,
The Skatalites,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantytec,
Bronski Beat,
JFA,
Unwound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glenn Branca,
Skaos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gong,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Letta Mbulu,
Duran Duran,
Boredoms,
Derrick Morgan,
The Kinks,
Camouflage,
Talk Talk,
The Fugs,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Byrd,
Colin Newman,
Albert Ayler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Juan Atkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grauzone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ice-T,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blancmange,
Pole,
Neu!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tommy Roe,
Sandy B,
DNA,
Sugar Minott,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.