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 Georgia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Spandau Ballet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick Morgan,
Tommy Roe,
Make Up,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cure,
The Modern Lovers,
F. McDonald,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Litter,
Erykah Badu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New York Dolls,
The Knickerbockers,
Sound Behaviour,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blackbyrds,
Harry Pussy,
Tim Buckley,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stockholm Monsters,
James White and The Blacks,
a-ha,
Delta 5,
the Bar-Kays,
World's Most,
Marc Almond,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Intrusion,
Unwound,
Spoonie Gee,
The American Breed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythm & Sound,
Technova,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
X-102,
Soul II Soul,
Yazoo,
The Fall,
Model 500,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pylon,
Infiniti,
Crash Course in Science,
Lakeside,
Dark Day,
MC5,
Tres Demented,
Popol Vuh,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABC,
Judy Mowatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skarface,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Motions,
The Walker Brothers,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.