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 Japan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Skatalites to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Iggy Pop,
Dennis Brown,
Symarip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Schoolly D,
Reuben Wilson,
Stiv Bators,
Kenny Larkin,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eve St. Jones,
Whodini,
The Grass Roots,
Cluster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funky Four + One,
June of 44,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter and Kerry,
The Five Americans,
The Vogues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
10cc,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joy Division,
PIL,
Underground Resistance,
The Leaves,
Silicon Teens,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlback,
In Retrospect,
Jacques Brel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cure,
UT,
Blossom Toes,
Rapeman,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Birthday Party,
Mandrill,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rites of Spring,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cramps,
The Raincoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
Henry Cow,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.