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 Ukraine and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ronan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kaleidoscope,
Funkadelic,
The Standells,
Agitation Free,
Don Cherry,
Hashim,
The Busters,
Harmonia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The J.B.'s,
Alice Coltrane,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anakelly,
the Sonics,
The Smiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dual Sessions,
R.M.O.,
Crime,
Cluster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eli Mardock,
H. Thieme,
Royal Trux,
Slave,
John Lydon,
Organ,
AZ,
DJ Style,
Pantaleimon,
Inner City,
Joensuu 1685,
Yellowson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
These Immortal Souls,
Terry Callier,
Swell Maps,
Black Pus,
Grauzone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yazoo,
Lightning Bolt,
Nico,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Robert Görl,
Wally Richardson,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.