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 Croatia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stetsasonic to the funk 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
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,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Index,
Massinfluence,
The Black Dice,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Animal Collective,
Monolake,
Monks,
Malaria!,
Slave,
The Toasters,
Aural Exciters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Whodini,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kurtis Blow,
Mad Mike,
Sun City Girls,
The Fugs,
Stereo Dub,
The Golliwogs,
10cc,
The American Breed,
The Gories,
Unrelated Segments,
Kas Product,
Hoover,
Alton Ellis,
The Gladiators,
Letta Mbulu,
Ken Boothe,
Pole,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masters at Work,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Hill,
Quantec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ten City,
Donald Byrd,
Rod Modell,
Todd Rundgren,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dark Day,
Can,
Faraquet,
The Techniques,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moleskins,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Near,
Y Pants,
The Misunderstood,
The Gap Band,
Das Ding,
Liliput,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.