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 Antigua and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Pharoah Sanders 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Durutti Column,
Suicide,
Procol Harum,
The Doors,
K-Klass,
June Days,
Minor Threat,
Ornette Coleman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jandek,
The Beau Brummels,
T.S.O.L.,
Barrington Levy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tommy Roe,
Funkadelic,
Rites of Spring,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Groovy Waters,
ABC,
Nils Olav,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mark Hollis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fuzztones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Mr. Review,
Altered Images,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harmonia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Darondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Machine,
Black Bananas,
Black Pus,
Television,
The Associates,
Minnie Riperton,
Main Source,
Boredoms,
The Human League,
Avey Tare,
Franke,
Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Arcadia,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kurtis Blow,
Joey Negro,
Neu!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.