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 Andorra and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Bluetip,
The Gories,
Minutemen,
The Remains,
Lalann,
Joy Division,
The Moleskins,
Sonic Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Sight & Sound,
Hoover,
Severed Heads,
Sex Pistols,
Saccharine Trust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wire,
Max Romeo,
Sällskapet,
Accadde A,
Leonard Cohen,
Quando Quango,
Ohio Players,
Jerry's Kids,
The United States of America,
Minor Threat,
OOIOO,
ABBA,
Pagans,
John Coltrane,
John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dave Gahan,
Don Cherry,
Easy Going,
Nas,
Can,
Harmonia,
The Victims,
The Trojans,
Brass Construction,
the Normal,
Bob Dylan,
The Monochrome Set,
E-Dancer,
Rakim,
Negative Approach,
Youth Brigade,
Ossler,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funkadelic,
Television,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cal Tjader,
Nils Olav,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.