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 Niger and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Grauzone to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
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,
Fluxion,
Youth Brigade,
The Gories,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Real Kids,
Maurizio,
Thompson Twins,
Skaos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Busters,
Soft Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
K-Klass,
DNA,
Mo-Dettes,
The Index,
Harry Pussy,
Flash Fearless,
Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Graham Central Station,
Charles Mingus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Offenders,
China Crisis,
Harmonia,
The Names,
Public Enemy,
Brick,
Bronski Beat,
The Remains,
Neil Young,
The Count Five,
June of 44,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cal Tjader,
The Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
Buzzcocks,
X-102,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Panda Bear,
the Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Grauzone,
Depeche Mode,
The Fuzztones,
Cymande,
Make Up,
MC5,
Derrick May,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Green,
Niagra,
Yazoo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nirvana,
Yellowson,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.