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 Chad and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yellowson to the funk 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sound Behaviour,
Erasure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Durutti Column,
Aural Exciters,
U.S. Maple,
Icehouse,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Smooth,
Intrusion,
Susan Cadogan,
Albert Ayler,
Jacques Brel,
The Standells,
Brass Construction,
FM Einheit,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxy Music,
Pere Ubu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lindisfarne,
The United States of America,
Flamin' Groovies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül II,
Agent Orange,
Section 25,
MC5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rekid,
Terry Callier,
Bad Manners,
The Divine Comedy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scientists,
Barry Ungar,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monochrome Set,
Dave Gahan,
The New Christs,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Technova,
Shoche,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Infiniti,
Don Cherry,
Yaz,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.