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 Tanzania and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 LL Cool J to the crunk 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a marimba 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Evens,
FM Einheit,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Christie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Music Machine,
Bauhaus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brand Nubian,
Dead Boys,
Suicide,
Lalann,
Marmalade,
Unrelated Segments,
June of 44,
T.S.O.L.,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Joensuu 1685,
Toni Rubio,
Dave Gahan,
Groovy Waters,
Ohio Players,
a-ha,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Almond,
Al Stewart,
Public Enemy,
OOIOO,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Main Source,
Arthur Verocai,
Flash Fearless,
Khruangbin,
Nas,
Barry Ungar,
The Last Poets,
Mark Hollis,
Thee Headcoats,
K-Klass,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Starr,
The Mojo Men,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül II,
Duran Duran,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gories,
Gregory Isaacs,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swans,
The Five Americans,
Mandrill,
Young Marble Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.