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 Taiwan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Tim Buckley to the grime 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Associates,
Roxette,
Alice Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
Section 25,
Absolute Body Control,
Outsiders,
Robert Hood,
Letta Mbulu,
The Modern Lovers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Lynne,
Godley & Creme,
Cheater Slicks,
Yazoo,
Brick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
LL Cool J,
Harmonia,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Basic Channel,
Aloha Tigers,
Fear,
Zero Boys,
Graham Central Station,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Womack,
The Raincoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gories,
Crash Course in Science,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alphaville,
Sam Rivers,
Dual Sessions,
Bluetip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soulsonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Index,
Mantronix,
The Slits,
The Happenings,
Harpers Bizarre,
These Immortal Souls,
Grey Daturas,
cv313,
Bang On A Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Tremeloes,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nils Olav,
Minor Threat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.