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 Brazil and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Pretty Things to the grunge 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Josef K,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rekid,
Faraquet,
Roxy Music,
B.T. Express,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Standells,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camouflage,
Smog,
Dark Day,
Half Japanese,
Morten Harket,
Heaven 17,
The Count Five,
CMW,
Roy Ayers,
Fatback Band,
Babytalk,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quando Quango,
Procol Harum,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mojo Men,
Fugazi,
Althea and Donna,
Fad Gadget,
The Litter,
Flipper,
Charles Mingus,
Vladislav Delay,
The Durutti Column,
Hashim,
Albert Ayler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sparks,
Rod Modell,
Yellowson,
New Age Steppers,
Schoolly D,
Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
The Pop Group,
Mars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fuzztones,
The Techniques,
Yusef Lateef,
Deakin,
The Mummies,
F. McDonald,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.