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 Togo and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Mantronix to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Names,
Lucky Dragons,
Boredoms,
Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
DJ Sneak,
Sixth Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Carl Craig,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erasure,
Eric Dolphy,
The Residents,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Wyatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
UT,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Animal Collective,
cv313,
Man Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Laurel Aitken,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare,
Public Enemy,
John Lydon,
Kurtis Blow,
Mr. Review,
Ponytail,
Qualms,
Minutemen,
The Cowsills,
Grey Daturas,
ABBA,
Leonard Cohen,
Mars,
the Normal,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Happenings,
Q65,
OOIOO,
Delon & Dalcan,
FM Einheit,
Rosa Yemen,
the Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Kinks,
The Smoke,
Iggy Pop,
The Velvet Underground,
Fatback Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Skriet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Patti Smith,
Fugazi,
H. Thieme,
The Pop Group,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.