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 Malta and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Marvin Gaye 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Depeche Mode,
Sällskapet,
Khruangbin,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker,
K-Klass,
Crime,
Y Pants,
Rekid,
Vladislav Delay,
Ten City,
Lungfish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cameo,
Section 25,
The Doors,
Japan,
Newcleus,
The Fire Engines,
New Order,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Busters,
The Move,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yellowson,
John Foxx,
MC5,
Slick Rick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Theoretical Girls,
Infiniti,
Soft Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erykah Badu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sound Behaviour,
David McCallum,
The Count Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Cymande,
Pantytec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Underground Resistance,
Skarface,
Inner City,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Saints,
Youth Brigade,
MDC,
Graham Central Station,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zapp,
Bill Near,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Clarke,
Crash Course in Science,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.