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 Seychelles and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Laurel Aitken to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Ohio Players,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moody Blues,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harpers Bizarre,
Toni Rubio,
the Germs,
Soulsonic Force,
Swans,
Black Bananas,
Ornette Coleman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ossler,
The New Christs,
DJ Sneak,
The Last Poets,
Dave Gahan,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Das Ding,
The Music Machine,
Franke,
Blancmange,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Busters,
Scott Walker,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pagans,
Janne Schatter,
Darondo,
Silicon Teens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantaleimon,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dirtbombs,
The Misunderstood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delta 5,
Average White Band,
a-ha,
Ludus,
Cheater Slicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Copeland,
Skaos,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Standells,
Sonic Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Depeche Mode,
Lungfish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.