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 Malawi and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Todd Rundgren to the grunge 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Tom Boy,
Hardrive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Section 25,
Cluster,
Johnny Clarke,
Dual Sessions,
Tears for Fears,
Stiv Bators,
Accadde A,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oneida,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mark Hollis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brass Construction,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delta 5,
F. McDonald,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick Morgan,
The Raincoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Residents,
Essential Logic,
Tommy Roe,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fear,
The Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Grey Daturas,
Joey Negro,
Pantytec,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harmonia,
Todd Terry,
Aaron Thompson,
David Bowie,
Amazonics,
Panda Bear,
Banda Bassotti,
Drive Like Jehu,
New York Dolls,
The Mojo Men,
Altered Images,
One Last Wish,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Womack,
The Young Rascals,
Simply Red,
The Happenings,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Inner City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sixth Finger,
Public Enemy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.