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 Benin and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crispian St. Peters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Moon,
The Victims,
The Smoke,
Main Source,
The Litter,
Fela Kuti,
Sixth Finger,
Silicon Teens,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter and Kerry,
Nils Olav,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Modern Lovers,
Sound Behaviour,
Spoonie Gee,
Stereo Dub,
Moby Grape,
Metal Thangz,
The Doobie Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pagans,
E-Dancer,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick Morgan,
Marine Girls,
H. Thieme,
Bill Wells,
Erykah Badu,
Rekid,
Scott Walker,
Fad Gadget,
Fat Boys,
Goldenarms,
Lakeside,
Terry Callier,
Roger Hodgson,
Malaria!,
Jacques Brel,
Royal Trux,
Neu!,
Letta Mbulu,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang of Four,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Youth Brigade,
Altered Images,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unwound,
Groovy Waters,
Newcleus,
Chris & Cosey,
Colin Newman,
The Misunderstood,
Anthony Braxton,
Minor Threat,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.