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 Vanuatu and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slick Rick to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stetsasonic,
The Trojans,
David Bowie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Teasers,
Minutemen,
Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
Arthur Verocai,
K-Klass,
Ice-T,
U.S. Maple,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare,
Barrington Levy,
China Crisis,
E-Dancer,
DJ Sneak,
Animal Collective,
Au Pairs,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fuzztones,
Alphaville,
Hardrive,
Barry Ungar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Trumans Water,
Mars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bob Dylan,
The Martian,
Fear,
The Neon Judgement,
Brass Construction,
Basic Channel,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Stooges,
EPMD,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun City Girls,
Visage,
Aswad,
The Count Five,
Brand Nubian,
Isaac Hayes,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Christie,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Almond,
Boredoms,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Happenings,
Brothers Johnson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masters at Work,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.