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 Grenada and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 ABC to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Lightning Bolt,
Cluster,
LL Cool J,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blancmange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Searchers,
Toni Rubio,
The Mummies,
The Real Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Prince Buster,
Main Source,
ABBA,
The Techniques,
Fat Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magma,
The Moleskins,
Arcadia,
The Cramps,
The Buckinghams,
10cc,
Rites of Spring,
Eve St. Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alice Coltrane,
Symarip,
Warsaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Bourne,
The Martian,
Scan 7,
Subhumans,
Bill Wells,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DNA,
Scrapy,
Japan,
The Busters,
Livin' Joy,
Bang On A Can,
Swell Maps,
The Standells,
June Days,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Second Layer,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.