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 Ireland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Siglo XX to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 marimba and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Blancmange,
LL Cool J,
Main Source,
Vainqueur,
Rekid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Bar-Kays,
OOIOO,
Bob Dylan,
The Selecter,
Pole,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sexual Harrassment,
Con Funk Shun,
Panda Bear,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Mills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Rites of Spring,
Subhumans,
Ludus,
Masters at Work,
Sixth Finger,
New York Dolls,
D'Angelo,
Hoover,
Neu!,
Arcadia,
Todd Terry,
The Cure,
Oblivians,
Black Sheep,
Gichy Dan,
Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Music Machine,
Anakelly,
Erykah Badu,
Dark Day,
Rapeman,
Anthony Braxton,
David Bowie,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wire,
Robert Görl,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Buckinghams,
Lucky Dragons,
kango's stein massive,
Qualms,
the Germs,
Faraquet,
AZ,
Television,
Eric B and Rakim,
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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.