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 Poland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 China Crisis to the jazz 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brick,
The Sound,
Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Trumans Water,
Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Searchers,
Marvin Gaye,
Deakin,
Severed Heads,
Dark Day,
Soul II Soul,
The Leaves,
Pet Shop Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skriet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cecil Taylor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
Danielle Patucci,
Q and Not U,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Motorama,
The Move,
Bobby Byrd,
Fear,
Tim Buckley,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Absolute Body Control,
Kas Product,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T.S.O.L.,
Youth Brigade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultra Naté,
Smog,
Ken Boothe,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mission of Burma,
Desert Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arab on Radar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Halsall,
Panda Bear,
Moss Icon,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man 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.