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 Chad and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 kango's stein massive to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Mojo Men,
Faust,
Duran Duran,
Main Source,
The Divine Comedy,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry's Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Qualms,
cv313,
Lightning Bolt,
Make Up,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
Aswad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eli Mardock,
The Shadows of Knight,
10cc,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bronski Beat,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Dolphy,
L. Decosne,
Swell Maps,
Audionom,
Brothers Johnson,
Marine Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Litter,
Metal Thangz,
Lyres,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New York Dolls,
Connie Case,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scan 7,
The Pretty Things,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harpers Bizarre,
Junior Murvin,
The Mummies,
Radiohead,
Quantec,
Animal Collective,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Mars,
Boz Scaggs,
The Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fall,
Flash Fearless,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.