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 Zimbabwe and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 48th St. Collective to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eddi Front,
Hardrive,
Ituana,
Sugar Minott,
The New Christs,
Surgeon,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bronski Beat,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Sandy B,
Joyce Sims,
Bad Manners,
OOIOO,
Neil Young,
Skarface,
the Sonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Rundgren,
Camberwell Now,
The Barracudas,
The Gun Club,
Aswad,
Spandau Ballet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Osbourne,
48th St. Collective,
Bauhaus,
Dennis Brown,
Black Pus,
Derrick May,
Trumans Water,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June of 44,
K-Klass,
The Trojans,
New Age Steppers,
Chris Corsano,
Fad Gadget,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Busters,
Ten City,
Zapp,
Bluetip,
The Fall,
Wings,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Order,
Kerri Chandler,
Shuggie Otis,
Excepter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cal Tjader,
Icehouse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.