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 East Timor and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
B.T. Express,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Rundgren,
Ponytail,
Pussy Galore,
Moebius,
The Dead C,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultra Naté,
Guru Guru,
Rufus Thomas,
Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tommy Roe,
10cc,
Fat Boys,
Roxy Music,
The Evens,
Delta 5,
The United States of America,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonny Sharrock,
Connie Case,
The Music Machine,
Niagra,
Ten City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lower 48,
Faust,
David McCallum,
Matthew Bourne,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Hill,
Spandau Ballet,
Liliput,
Lalann,
Banda Bassotti,
Pierre Henry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rapeman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Clear Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
Gang Starr,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Move,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sam Rivers,
Duran Duran,
Q65,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.