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 Fiji and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
The Offenders,
Gang Green,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funkadelic,
DJ Style,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Litter,
the Germs,
Cameo,
Chrome,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Womack,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suburban Knight,
Bauhaus,
Brand Nubian,
The Cramps,
Circle Jerks,
Interpol,
Niagra,
The Remains,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Juan Atkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Livin' Joy,
Toni Rubio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Max Romeo,
Moby Grape,
Jacob Miller,
Altered Images,
The Misunderstood,
DNA,
Sam Rivers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick Morgan,
The Divine Comedy,
Morten Harket,
Crime,
John Coltrane,
CMW,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Raincoats,
Harmonia,
T.S.O.L.,
Crooked Eye,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Machine,
Mission of Burma,
The Gap Band,
Oblivians,
The Evens,
Black Flag,
Inner City,
Cal Tjader,
Michelle Simonal,
Colin Newman,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.