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 Guinea and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 E-Dancer to the punk 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Gap Band,
Minor Threat,
Arcadia,
Chris & Cosey,
Lebanon Hanover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Remains,
Aaron Thompson,
Hasil Adkins,
Motorama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
Ronan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Judy Mowatt,
Qualms,
The Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dave Clark Five,
Khruangbin,
Reagan Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
The Litter,
World's Most,
Technova,
Althea and Donna,
Mo-Dettes,
Cal Tjader,
The Five Americans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Eli Mardock,
Slave,
Bauhaus,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deakin,
Derrick May,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tim Buckley,
Simply Red,
Inner City,
The Alarm Clocks,
Underground Resistance,
PIL,
Carl Craig,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television Personalities,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Cybotron,
Liliput,
Colin Newman,
Circle Jerks,
Smog,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.