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 Japan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Erasure to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Animal Collective,
Hot Snakes,
The Associates,
The American Breed,
Second Layer,
10cc,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wings,
Yazoo,
Jeff Lynne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yusef Lateef,
Neu!,
Excepter,
Nils Olav,
Robert Hood,
FM Einheit,
Scrapy,
Heaven 17,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Sneak,
Bob Dylan,
Shoche,
The Standells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
F. McDonald,
The Remains,
Pylon,
The Searchers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ornette Coleman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Patti Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Bananas,
Skriet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siglo XX,
Liliput,
The Slits,
Sandy B,
Slave,
Judy Mowatt,
The Victims,
Roxette,
Quantec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ten City,
Stetsasonic,
Morten Harket,
Make Up,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ossler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter and Kerry,
Unrelated Segments,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.