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 China and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Roxy Music,
Infiniti,
D'Angelo,
Accadde A,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalann,
Soft Machine,
Minutemen,
Dead Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
FM Einheit,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ice-T,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonic Youth,
Mantronix,
Blossom Toes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Human League,
Tomorrow,
Inner City,
Quando Quango,
Groovy Waters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boredoms,
China Crisis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
LL Cool J,
Organ,
Eddi Front,
Wasted Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
The Mummies,
Ten City,
Agent Orange,
Eurythmics,
The Mojo Men,
Archie Shepp,
Ohio Players,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul II Soul,
The Pop Group,
The Slits,
Agitation Free,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pylon,
Adolescents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Newcleus,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.