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 Uganda and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Juan Atkins to the punk 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
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,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Byron Stingily,
Mad Mike,
The Wake,
Eric Dolphy,
Talk Talk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Schoolly D,
Lungfish,
The New Christs,
The Litter,
Leonard Cohen,
Letta Mbulu,
EPMD,
The Names,
Archie Shepp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Parrish,
Loose Ends,
The Birthday Party,
Wings,
Masters at Work,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pussy Galore,
Cymande,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris Corsano,
Liliput,
The Fall,
Radiohead,
The Mummies,
Funkadelic,
Cameo,
Bush Tetras,
Television,
Aloha Tigers,
Hoover,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Zapp,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
Essential Logic,
Skriet,
The Sound,
The Slits,
Tim Buckley,
Scientists,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
The Real Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
Severed Heads,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.