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 Zambia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ohio Players to the disco 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Tres Demented,
Juan Atkins,
Brick,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jimmy McGriff,
China Crisis,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joyce Sims,
Warren Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Archie Shepp,
David McCallum,
Boredoms,
Ohio Players,
Mantronix,
Letta Mbulu,
Blake Baxter,
Symarip,
Crime,
R.M.O.,
The Happenings,
Todd Rundgren,
In Retrospect,
Maurizio,
Hoover,
Avey Tare,
Drexciya,
Negative Approach,
The Techniques,
Fela Kuti,
Funkadelic,
Minny Pops,
The Misunderstood,
X-102,
Procol Harum,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Christie,
Young Marble Giants,
Franke,
The Human League,
The Residents,
Slave,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fuzztones,
Wasted Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fugazi,
The Mummies,
EPMD,
Babytalk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.