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 Iraq and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Roger Hodgson to the disco 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Minnie Riperton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Letta Mbulu,
Ossler,
Isaac Hayes,
La Düsseldorf,
The Golliwogs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rufus Thomas,
Average White Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wolf Eyes,
Sam Rivers,
Cluster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Barracudas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Howard Jones,
Scrapy,
Marvin Gaye,
Nas,
Aural Exciters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suburban Knight,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Sneak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
LL Cool J,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter & Gordon,
Y Pants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blancmange,
Tres Demented,
Boz Scaggs,
Bluetip,
Fluxion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aswad,
Darondo,
Neu!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Massinfluence,
Tom Boy,
Kas Product,
Man Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unwound,
The Sound,
The New Christs,
Malaria!,
Jacques Brel,
The Moleskins,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.