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 Kosovo and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
The Victims,
Josef K,
Robert Görl,
Colin Newman,
Babytalk,
Todd Terry,
Lindisfarne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lower 48,
Schoolly D,
Tears for Fears,
Bauhaus,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mojo Men,
CMW,
Eli Mardock,
The Music Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tubeway Army,
The Happenings,
Tres Demented,
Gerry Rafferty,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ludus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Marine Girls,
Q and Not U,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cecil Taylor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Style,
This Heat,
Arcadia,
Alphaville,
F. McDonald,
The Litter,
Interpol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nirvana,
Das Ding,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Young Rascals,
Pantytec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Mandrill,
Susan Cadogan,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cameo,
Brick,
The Golliwogs,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.