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 Dominican Republic and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 Joey Negro to the funk 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Residents,
Ornette Coleman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delta 5,
Idris Muhammad,
The Kinks,
David Bowie,
Yellowson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reagan Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Susan Cadogan,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Rundgren,
Wolf Eyes,
Isaac Hayes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jawbox,
The Busters,
Symarip,
Bill Wells,
Grey Daturas,
The Pretty Things,
Aloha Tigers,
Barrington Levy,
Country Teasers,
Iggy Pop,
Mars,
These Immortal Souls,
Reuben Wilson,
Sällskapet,
Buzzcocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Neon Judgement,
Technova,
Bush Tetras,
Audionom,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Wake,
Surgeon,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Von Mondo,
The Cramps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alice Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stereo Dub,
Essential Logic,
Rotary Connection,
Los Fastidios,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.