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 Malaysia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Hardrive to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Nik Kershaw,
World's Most,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Fraelich,
Second Layer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pagans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magma,
Hashim,
Jacques Brel,
Jacob Miller,
The Last Poets,
Franke,
The Count Five,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Wyatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Camouflage,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Flag,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Byrd,
Surgeon,
Liliput,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Hood,
Bush Tetras,
The Angels of Light,
Prince Buster,
X-101,
Quando Quango,
Minnie Riperton,
Fear,
Bang On A Can,
Blancmange,
Bauhaus,
Adolescents,
Chris Corsano,
Average White Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slits,
This Heat,
Rapeman,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
Procol Harum,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Knickerbockers,
Harmonia,
Fluxion,
Roxette,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Birthday Party,
48th St. Collective,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.