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 Oman and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tremeloes to the rock 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mojo Men,
Goldenarms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Saccharine Trust,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Adolescents,
Arcadia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oblivians,
The New Christs,
The Sonics,
a-ha,
Heaven 17,
James White and The Blacks,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxy Music,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rites of Spring,
Deadbeat,
Pantytec,
Rekid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultravox,
The Vogues,
The Wake,
Matthew Halsall,
The Index,
The Evens,
Gang Starr,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gun Club,
Nick Fraelich,
Traffic Nightmare,
June Days,
the Association,
Harry Pussy,
Spoonie Gee,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cymande,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alison Limerick,
The Gap Band,
Black Flag,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.