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 Lebanon and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Radio Birdman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Al Stewart,
the Association,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cure,
Ice-T,
Barrington Levy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marmalade,
Radio Birdman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flash Fearless,
Quantec,
Grauzone,
Symarip,
New Age Steppers,
Zapp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Leaves,
Easy Going,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aloha Tigers,
The Busters,
Mission of Burma,
Chris Corsano,
Kerri Chandler,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Martian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vainqueur,
Y Pants,
Pere Ubu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Trumans Water,
Dual Sessions,
Iggy Pop,
Amazonics,
Royal Trux,
the Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nas,
Kayak,
L. Decosne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MDC,
Bill Wells,
Subhumans,
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.