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 Sri Lanka 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Happenings,
Albert Ayler,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cramps,
John Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
The Searchers,
Archie Shepp,
Loose Ends,
Deadbeat,
John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Don Cherry,
Lakeside,
Jacques Brel,
The Busters,
Hardrive,
Neil Young,
Scan 7,
Godley & Creme,
Lalo Schifrin,
F. McDonald,
Technova,
Brothers Johnson,
Wally Richardson,
The New Christs,
The Star Department,
Swans,
Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
Khruangbin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Judy Mowatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Green,
Robert Wyatt,
The Victims,
The Offenders,
Adolescents,
The Dead C,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ludus,
Jerry's Kids,
the Normal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blake Baxter,
Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Suicide,
Echospace,
Easy Going,
Inner City,
The Five Americans,
Magma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Supertramp,
The Black Dice,
Camouflage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.