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 Jamaica and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Busters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Anthony Braxton,
Warsaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Excepter,
The Victims,
The Gun Club,
The Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Jimmy McGriff,
David McCallum,
Audionom,
Nirvana,
Ossler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Technova,
Groovy Waters,
The Litter,
Sparks,
Grey Daturas,
Desert Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiohead,
Eddi Front,
Erykah Badu,
Marmalade,
Second Layer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
MC5,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mojo Men,
The Pretty Things,
Mr. Review,
Nas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Graham Central Station,
Funkadelic,
Magma,
Throbbing Gristle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brand Nubian,
Faraquet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Malaria!,
Cal Tjader,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Carl Craig,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Buzzcocks,
Hardrive,
This Heat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.