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 New Zealand and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Albert Ayler to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Sarah Menescal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Davy DMX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Foxx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nils Olav,
Das Ding,
Robert Görl,
New Age Steppers,
AZ,
Charles Mingus,
Loose Ends,
Wings,
The Saints,
Be Bop Deluxe,
cv313,
B.T. Express,
Skaos,
Depeche Mode,
Idris Muhammad,
Can,
Bad Manners,
Zero Boys,
The Wake,
The Blues Magoos,
Japan,
the Germs,
Fugazi,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nirvana,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television,
The Grass Roots,
Minny Pops,
Donald Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Machine,
Agent Orange,
Television Personalities,
Main Source,
Masters at Work,
Ronnie Foster,
Cecil Taylor,
Wire,
The Divine Comedy,
Kaleidoscope,
Severed Heads,
Mark Hollis,
The American Breed,
This Heat,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mojo Men,
The Walker Brothers,
The Happenings,
New York Dolls,
the Association,
Infiniti,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.