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 Korea South and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Franke,
Soulsonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dark Day,
Swell Maps,
A Certain Ratio,
Brand Nubian,
Flamin' Groovies,
Niagra,
Gichy Dan,
Juan Atkins,
Whodini,
Eddi Front,
Crooked Eye,
Scion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Leaves,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül II,
Symarip,
Bad Manners,
Simply Red,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crime,
The Velvet Underground,
Depeche Mode,
Dave Gahan,
The Fall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Smog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Archie Shepp,
the Germs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Teasers,
The Saints,
Arcadia,
New York Dolls,
OOIOO,
Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oblivians,
Bang On A Can,
Interpol,
Technova,
Matthew Bourne,
Alton Ellis,
Hoover,
Babytalk,
Peter and Kerry,
Donny Hathaway,
Faust,
Lee Hazlewood,
June of 44,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Names,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.