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 Maldives and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the jazz 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
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,
cv313,
The Dirtbombs,
ABC,
Lucky Dragons,
Mad Mike,
Charles Mingus,
The Cure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
The Wake,
Pantytec,
Joyce Sims,
Lakeside,
JFA,
Crash Course in Science,
Byron Stingily,
Quantec,
Spandau Ballet,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Colin Newman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Little Man,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Juan Atkins,
Morten Harket,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hoover,
Slick Rick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultravox,
Icehouse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masters at Work,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delta 5,
Guru Guru,
Absolute Body Control,
Youth Brigade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Starr,
Agent Orange,
The Young Rascals,
The Zeros,
Swell Maps,
Donny Hathaway,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Intrusion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donald Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Boredoms,
Ituana,
Minny Pops,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.