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 Togo and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Livin' Joy 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yazoo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swell Maps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nas,
Rakim,
Niagra,
Neil Young,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Susan Cadogan,
Index,
John Lydon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Aloha Tigers,
Roger Hodgson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harry Pussy,
AZ,
Bush Tetras,
Tears for Fears,
Fat Boys,
Cymande,
The Grass Roots,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arab on Radar,
Funky Four + One,
Schoolly D,
Bill Wells,
Glenn Branca,
Whodini,
T. Rex,
Outsiders,
Sight & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Charles Mingus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dark Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Drexciya,
Lucky Dragons,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minor Threat,
Chrome,
Model 500,
Scott Walker,
ABBA,
Eddi Front,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.