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 Botswana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 MDC to the disco 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Marmalade,
JFA,
Thompson Twins,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris Corsano,
Mandrill,
Schoolly D,
Black Sheep,
The Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
The Evens,
Flash Fearless,
Nirvana,
Drexciya,
The Raincoats,
Quantec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aural Exciters,
Erykah Badu,
David Axelrod,
OOIOO,
PIL,
Dorothy Ashby,
Main Source,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Godley & Creme,
Prince Buster,
Mars,
Rosa Yemen,
Inner City,
Magazine,
David McCallum,
Neu!,
Yusef Lateef,
Clear Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deadbeat,
Althea and Donna,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxette,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry's Kids,
The Martian,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra,
Parry Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Dead Boys,
Make Up,
Neil Young,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gun Club,
Severed Heads,
Jacques Brel,
Laurel Aitken,
These Immortal Souls,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.