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 the UAE and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Ornette Coleman to the dance 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
X-101,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Pylon,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Beau Brummels,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lee Hazlewood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick May,
The Birthday Party,
Loose Ends,
Goldenarms,
Ronnie Foster,
The Standells,
Supertramp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Patti Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Tim Buckley,
Roxette,
Yazoo,
Gabor Szabo,
Lyres,
Aswad,
Sandy B,
Joe Finger,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rapeman,
Moebius,
Lightning Bolt,
Nils Olav,
Urselle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Newcleus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Icehouse,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers,
Second Layer,
Technova,
Donny Hathaway,
Saccharine Trust,
Al Stewart,
Neu!,
Minutemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smoke,
The Alarm Clocks,
LL Cool J,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brick,
Royal Trux,
Albert Ayler,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.