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 Swaziland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Section 25 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a snare 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 a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arthur Verocai,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Motorama,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gun Club,
Chris Corsano,
Barclay James Harvest,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Dolphy,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Leonard Cohen,
Fad Gadget,
cv313,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Von Mondo,
Prince Buster,
Marshall Jefferson,
David McCallum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cybotron,
Parry Music,
Cluster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yazoo,
Japan,
The Saints,
10cc,
Warsaw,
Aswad,
Bobby Sherman,
Wally Richardson,
Sam Rivers,
Q and Not U,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ohio Players,
the Normal,
E-Dancer,
Urselle,
Nick Fraelich,
Adolescents,
Brothers Johnson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yaz,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doobie Brothers,
Excepter,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Gang Dance,
Connie Case,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.