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 Italy and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ohio Players to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Little Man,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed,
The Remains,
Wasted Youth,
FM Einheit,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pole,
Inner City,
Groovy Waters,
Silicon Teens,
Radiohead,
Roger Hodgson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minutemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skaos,
Fluxion,
Hoover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
World's Most,
The Five Americans,
Marvin Gaye,
Mo-Dettes,
Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Parrish,
Interpol,
Babytalk,
The Neon Judgement,
the Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
X-101,
Gerry Rafferty,
U.S. Maple,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ice-T,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quantec,
June Days,
Cybotron,
Make Up,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Index,
The Doors,
Sun City Girls,
Darondo,
Erykah Badu,
The Busters,
Bill Near,
cv313,
Cheater Slicks,
Fad Gadget,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.