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 Luxembourg and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sound Behaviour to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Bourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Remains,
The Modern Lovers,
Rites of Spring,
Prince Buster,
Procol Harum,
Lou Christie,
Charles Mingus,
DNA,
Albert Ayler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
La Düsseldorf,
The Barracudas,
Sarah Menescal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Loose Ends,
Bluetip,
Bootsy Collins,
Suicide,
Pantaleimon,
Y Pants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Image Ltd.,
FM Einheit,
Black Pus,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doobie Brothers,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-101,
Vainqueur,
Unwound,
Pylon,
Inner City,
Tres Demented,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
the Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neu!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Clarke,
Popol Vuh,
Jandek,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxette,
Wire,
Cecil Taylor,
Carl Craig,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q65,
The Litter,
Fatback Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalann,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.