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 Mauritania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ponytail to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Wyatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moebius,
Mad Mike,
Gang Starr,
The Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Roxy Music,
Warsaw,
Quadrant,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Surgeon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aswad,
Jeff Lynne,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young,
Monolake,
Ken Boothe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Don Cherry,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pop Group,
Country Teasers,
Joensuu 1685,
JFA,
Grey Daturas,
The Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Make Up,
This Heat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
These Immortal Souls,
ABBA,
U.S. Maple,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacques Brel,
Gichy Dan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Bananas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Underground Resistance,
Ultra Naté,
The Move,
Prince Buster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oblivians,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.