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 Guatemala and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Ten City,
The Cure,
Robert Hood,
Neu!,
Goldenarms,
Eli Mardock,
Infiniti,
Anthony Braxton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James White and The Blacks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slackers,
Al Stewart,
Underground Resistance,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moleskins,
Connie Case,
The Fuzztones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Index,
The Invisible,
Siglo XX,
The Monochrome Set,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Clarke,
Dark Day,
Echospace,
Anakelly,
La Düsseldorf,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Trojans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moody Blues,
Suicide,
Lou Christie,
Sight & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eve St. Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
Gabor Szabo,
Tommy Roe,
Funkadelic,
World's Most,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
F. McDonald,
Ice-T,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Wake,
Joensuu 1685,
Lightning Bolt,
David Bowie,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.