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 Norway and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Skatalites to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
Hashim,
Scrapy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Massinfluence,
Swell Maps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Main Source,
Roger Hodgson,
The Saints,
Marmalade,
Sex Pistols,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stetsasonic,
the Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Marvin Gaye,
Scratch Acid,
Livin' Joy,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lyres,
Hoover,
Mad Mike,
The Motions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Porter Ricks,
Anakelly,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Remains,
Fela Kuti,
Laurel Aitken,
Silicon Teens,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
John Coltrane,
New Order,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fortunes,
Marine Girls,
Gong,
Tropical Tobacco,
Basic Channel,
Lalann,
The Evens,
Technova,
Monks,
Bush Tetras,
Half Japanese,
Fad Gadget,
Theoretical Girls,
Terry Callier,
Colin Newman,
Iggy Pop,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.