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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Trumans Water to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Radio Birdman,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cowsills,
U.S. Maple,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Vogues,
Fugazi,
Model 500,
B.T. Express,
Althea and Donna,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pylon,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Bourne,
Can,
Tim Buckley,
Ituana,
Sound Behaviour,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Leonard Cohen,
Boz Scaggs,
Junior Murvin,
The Raincoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Litter,
Franke,
ABBA,
Crash Course in Science,
Massinfluence,
Pierre Henry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Howard Jones,
Panda Bear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Groovy Waters,
Royal Trux,
Don Cherry,
Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
The Invisible,
The Black Dice,
The Smiths,
Jacques Brel,
Hoover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick May,
Lindisfarne,
Sugar Minott,
Aswad,
The Dead C,
Quantec,
Mo-Dettes,
MDC,
Negative Approach,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.