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 Turkmenistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 F. McDonald to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Scratch Acid,
Wasted Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Lindisfarne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Young Marble Giants,
The Saints,
Johnny Osbourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
B.T. Express,
Public Enemy,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dirtbombs,
Half Japanese,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doors,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Iggy Pop,
The Litter,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cramps,
Dark Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pussy Galore,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra,
Don Cherry,
The Slits,
Sandy B,
Chrome,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aloha Tigers,
Leonard Cohen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-102,
The New Christs,
Dennis Brown,
Glambeats Corp.,
EPMD,
The Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Scrapy,
Roxy Music,
The Moleskins,
Skaos,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Carl Craig,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dual Sessions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.