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 Chile and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Nation of Ulysses to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
EPMD,
Ornette Coleman,
Vladislav Delay,
Minutemen,
Mandrill,
Wolf Eyes,
The Black Dice,
The Knickerbockers,
Eli Mardock,
Wally Richardson,
The Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blossom Toes,
Magazine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quantec,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül,
Underground Resistance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
This Heat,
Angry Samoans,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stetsasonic,
Skaos,
The Grass Roots,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Enemy,
Morten Harket,
48th St. Collective,
Juan Atkins,
The New Christs,
Trumans Water,
The Zeros,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vainqueur,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donald Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Nas,
Sonny Sharrock,
U.S. Maple,
Circle Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
Tres Demented,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
kango's stein massive,
Zapp,
Q and Not U,
K-Klass,
Brothers Johnson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scrapy,
The Golliwogs,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.