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 Indonesia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 U.S. Maple to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grey Daturas,
Pantytec,
JFA,
Amazonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Clear Light,
The Blues Magoos,
Saccharine Trust,
Siglo XX,
New Order,
H. Thieme,
Dennis Brown,
Kerri Chandler,
Das Ding,
Peter & Gordon,
Negative Approach,
X-102,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pussy Galore,
The Kinks,
The Remains,
Jandek,
Crash Course in Science,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tim Buckley,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Starr,
The Offenders,
Cameo,
EPMD,
Sonic Youth,
Guru Guru,
The Neon Judgement,
The Beau Brummels,
Massinfluence,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
In Retrospect,
The Cowsills,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Motorama,
Spoonie Gee,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül II,
Nils Olav,
The Pretty Things,
Newcleus,
KRS-One,
DJ Style,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Human League,
The Dead C,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sällskapet,
Subhumans,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.