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 Ethiopia and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Tim Buckley to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Rapeman,
Jacques Brel,
Skriet,
Suburban Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flipper,
Severed Heads,
The Tremeloes,
Slick Rick,
Clear Light,
Godley & Creme,
The Fugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Knickerbockers,
Talk Talk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boredoms,
The Fortunes,
Suicide,
The Birthday Party,
Dead Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Kayak,
Make Up,
Cecil Taylor,
Alice Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nirvana,
Shuggie Otis,
Main Source,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faust,
The J.B.'s,
Roger Hodgson,
Mission of Burma,
The Victims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sound Behaviour,
Q65,
Lou Christie,
Juan Atkins,
The Pretty Things,
Audionom,
The Toasters,
Nas,
The Martian,
Marine Girls,
Roxette,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Charles Mingus,
Panda Bear,
Zapp,
Grauzone,
Loose Ends,
Das Ding,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Arcadia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.