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 Moldova and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Vogues to the grime 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wally Richardson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barbara Tucker,
Simply Red,
Ludus,
The Zeros,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythm & Sound,
a-ha,
Al Stewart,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Swans,
The Dead C,
Wasted Youth,
Rapeman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Skatalites,
Alice Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
Eddi Front,
Joe Finger,
Ultravox,
Warren Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Green,
Pulsallama,
Underground Resistance,
Anthony Braxton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
OOIOO,
Gang of Four,
Crime,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Ohio Players,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bad Manners,
Adolescents,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Neon Judgement,
The Angels of Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nirvana,
Joensuu 1685,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brand Nubian,
Nico,
Roger Hodgson,
The Litter,
The Names,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.