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 Rwanda and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fugazi to the funk 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Ice-T,
Pantaleimon,
Loose Ends,
Khruangbin,
The New Christs,
Rekid,
Donny Hathaway,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Skatalites,
Althea and Donna,
Maurizio,
T.S.O.L.,
kango's stein massive,
Prince Buster,
The Happenings,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Pantytec,
Chris Corsano,
Brand Nubian,
Technova,
DJ Sneak,
Reagan Youth,
Livin' Joy,
The Fortunes,
Black Flag,
Barry Ungar,
Scientists,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Dawn Penn,
Qualms,
World's Most,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Index,
Popol Vuh,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Names,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yazoo,
The Monochrome Set,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moebius,
Moby Grape,
The Standells,
In Retrospect,
Intrusion,
X-101,
Agent Orange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Icehouse,
Connie Case,
The Angels of Light,
The Buckinghams,
Peter and Kerry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.