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 Belarus and from London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Flipper to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Depeche Mode,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sällskapet,
Sight & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Japan,
Black Moon,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gun Club,
Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
The United States of America,
Camouflage,
Howard Jones,
a-ha,
Q and Not U,
cv313,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Charles Mingus,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed,
Vladislav Delay,
AZ,
Alton Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June Days,
The Toasters,
Sugar Minott,
The Gories,
Al Stewart,
Wally Richardson,
Eve St. Jones,
Prince Buster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Loose Ends,
The Birthday Party,
Quantec,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monochrome Set,
Au Pairs,
Neu!,
Fear,
Pierre Henry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Teasers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Goldenarms,
Gang of Four,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
The Searchers,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Terry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minutemen,
Oblivians,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.