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 Pakistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Maurizio to the crunk 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
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,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Morten Harket,
The Standells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris Corsano,
Don Cherry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Max Romeo,
Adolescents,
Dead Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Kurtis Blow,
Leonard Cohen,
The Residents,
Carl Craig,
Underground Resistance,
Black Pus,
Minny Pops,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
U.S. Maple,
Inner City,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sex Pistols,
Qualms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Man Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soulsonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harry Pussy,
Young Marble Giants,
Arcadia,
Delta 5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Cell,
The Fall,
Kaleidoscope,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Susan Cadogan,
Laurel Aitken,
Fat Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flash Fearless,
The Gun Club,
Joey Negro,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Copeland,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neu!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agent Orange,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.