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 Pakistan and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Urselle to the jazz 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Sandy B,
Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
DNA,
Jeff Lynne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Seeds,
Suicide,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantaleimon,
Boz Scaggs,
PIL,
Lindisfarne,
EPMD,
Franke,
the Bar-Kays,
Los Fastidios,
Heaven 17,
Derrick May,
Pantytec,
Tres Demented,
Jacques Brel,
Nico,
Joe Finger,
Inner City,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oblivians,
the Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
Can,
Kaleidoscope,
Au Pairs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rufus Thomas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
kango's stein massive,
The Happenings,
Barry Ungar,
Unrelated Segments,
Shoche,
Flipper,
Tim Buckley,
Sparks,
The Monks,
T. Rex,
The Litter,
The Move,
Althea and Donna,
Motorama,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Clarke,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.