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 Albania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Urselle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Howard Jones,
Ice-T,
Oneida,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boz Scaggs,
The Selecter,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang On A Can,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gun Club,
Minutemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Enemy,
the Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Al Stewart,
Leonard Cohen,
Main Source,
Roxette,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monks,
The Remains,
The Knickerbockers,
Faraquet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fatback Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
Archie Shepp,
Crime,
The Neon Judgement,
Little Man,
Danielle Patucci,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fugs,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Darondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Scrapy,
Dual Sessions,
Nas,
The Count Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rod Modell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stiv Bators,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.