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 Japan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Neil Young to the techno 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Goldenarms,
Zapp,
Pole,
Accadde A,
Pharoah Sanders,
Panda Bear,
Youth Brigade,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crime,
Soulsonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
AZ,
A Certain Ratio,
Alphaville,
The Associates,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Motorama,
Rod Modell,
The Blackbyrds,
Sandy B,
10cc,
The Residents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick May,
Stetsasonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pussy Galore,
Ludus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Tears for Fears,
EPMD,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agitation Free,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Leaves,
Shuggie Otis,
Eli Mardock,
Slick Rick,
Hashim,
Wally Richardson,
The Real Kids,
Khruangbin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Lydon,
David Axelrod,
X-101,
The Grass Roots,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Buckinghams,
Rites of Spring,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Silicon Teens,
The Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
Qualms,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.