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 Yemen and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Jacob Miller,
Hot Snakes,
Leonard Cohen,
The Seeds,
Malaria!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Rundgren,
Brothers Johnson,
Wasted Youth,
Desert Stars,
Nico,
Pet Shop Boys,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Bourne,
Accadde A,
Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
The Barracudas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Skatalites,
Dennis Brown,
The Residents,
Ponytail,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Holt,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Grass Roots,
Bang On A Can,
Lungfish,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Lynne,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nas,
Scott Walker,
Deakin,
Nirvana,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Vogues,
Aloha Tigers,
Livin' Joy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shoche,
Sonic Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barry Ungar,
Metal Thangz,
China Crisis,
Pulsallama,
Todd Terry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crooked Eye,
Harry Pussy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Birthday Party,
Au Pairs,
The Motions,
X-101,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.