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 Uruguay and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Roy Ayers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agitation Free,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Real Kids,
D'Angelo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boredoms,
Second Layer,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Excepter,
Kenny Larkin,
Scrapy,
Talk Talk,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick May,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
L. Decosne,
Hoover,
Blancmange,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gun Club,
Black Pus,
Pere Ubu,
Harry Pussy,
Rufus Thomas,
E-Dancer,
Pole,
Ultra Naté,
Funkadelic,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Josef K,
Urselle,
Colin Newman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warren Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
The Blues Magoos,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magma,
Pantaleimon,
Fela Kuti,
Tom Boy,
Lalann,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Sonics,
Oneida,
Eric Copeland,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liliput,
Essential Logic,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Near,
Porter Ricks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.