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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grey Daturas to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Panda Bear,
Television,
Sam Rivers,
Althea and Donna,
The Black Dice,
The Dirtbombs,
June Days,
B.T. Express,
Moebius,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joey Negro,
Kas Product,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scan 7,
Pole,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Smog,
Television Personalities,
Moby Grape,
Black Moon,
Gregory Isaacs,
D'Angelo,
The Fortunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sugar Minott,
Angry Samoans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Laurel Aitken,
ABBA,
Gil Scott Heron,
DNA,
48th St. Collective,
Goldenarms,
The Blues Magoos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aswad,
Wally Richardson,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Mills,
Terry Callier,
Vainqueur,
Mandrill,
Ultra Naté,
The Durutti Column,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare,
Clear Light,
The Mummies,
The Count Five,
Tom Boy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Tremeloes,
John Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül,
Sixth Finger,
Outsiders,
Neil Young,
Max Romeo,
Scrapy,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.