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 Burkina and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Amazonics to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
James White and The Blacks,
B.T. Express,
Black Moon,
Technova,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-101,
The Last Poets,
Ludus,
Tim Buckley,
Cal Tjader,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sound Behaviour,
Godley & Creme,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Audionom,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Velvet Underground,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nirvana,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ituana,
The J.B.'s,
The Angels of Light,
Khruangbin,
CMW,
Slave,
10cc,
Amon Düül II,
Aloha Tigers,
cv313,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
AZ,
Alice Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Anakelly,
The Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Al Stewart,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joy Division,
Rosa Yemen,
Babytalk,
Public Enemy,
Goldenarms,
Depeche Mode,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pop Group,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lower 48,
Ultravox,
H. Thieme,
Archie Shepp,
Faraquet,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.