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 Mauritania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ludus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
DNA,
Connie Case,
Man Parrish,
Amazonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Camouflage,
Zapp,
Mo-Dettes,
Roger Hodgson,
Sister Nancy,
Scratch Acid,
The Leaves,
Josef K,
Aaron Thompson,
Franke,
Suburban Knight,
Adolescents,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Malaria!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mummies,
The Black Dice,
The Golliwogs,
U.S. Maple,
Warren Ellis,
Black Sheep,
Janne Schatter,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Darondo,
Lungfish,
Metal Thangz,
The J.B.'s,
Nas,
T.S.O.L.,
Anthony Braxton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Judy Mowatt,
Eden Ahbez,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
Mr. Review,
The Remains,
The Blackbyrds,
Grauzone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare,
T. Rex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dennis Brown,
Tubeway Army,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
EPMD,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül II,
Faraquet,
Accadde A,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.