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 Brazil and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kaleidoscope to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Wings,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Trojans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Susan Cadogan,
Index,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Inner City,
Derrick May,
China Crisis,
Dave Gahan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Carl Craig,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agitation Free,
World's Most,
Sex Pistols,
Peter and Kerry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sparks,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Hutcherson,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ten City,
Ponytail,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erykah Badu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gap Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Metal Thangz,
Rakim,
Make Up,
Terry Callier,
Barry Ungar,
Magma,
Janne Schatter,
PIL,
Yellowson,
Quando Quango,
Blake Baxter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funky Four + One,
The Moleskins,
Brass Construction,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.