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 Belarus and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Half Japanese to the grime 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sound Behaviour,
Duran Duran,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Subhumans,
Anthony Braxton,
Prince Buster,
Man Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Zapp,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Standells,
Quantec,
Quadrant,
The Shadows of Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Surgeon,
Blancmange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Slits,
Ohio Players,
Nick Fraelich,
Sister Nancy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Christie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Sheep,
Faust,
The Slits,
The American Breed,
Funky Four + One,
La Düsseldorf,
Model 500,
Cymande,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Techniques,
Michelle Simonal,
The Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Babytalk,
Lower 48,
Pagans,
Smog,
Althea and Donna,
cv313,
Wings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terrestrial Tones,
Idris Muhammad,
Supertramp,
The Divine Comedy,
Stetsasonic,
Wire,
Warsaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Raincoats,
The Five Americans,
Yazoo,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.