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 Barbados and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Half Japanese to the grunge 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Main Source,
Amon Düül,
The Red Krayola,
Gichy Dan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sarah Menescal,
The Durutti Column,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Halsall,
Max Romeo,
Grauzone,
The Pretty Things,
Hot Snakes,
Altered Images,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dennis Brown,
The Vogues,
Porter Ricks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
Gabor Szabo,
Nico,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dawn Penn,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Subhumans,
Deakin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eden Ahbez,
Parry Music,
Dark Day,
Junior Murvin,
Joensuu 1685,
T.S.O.L.,
Sugar Minott,
Blossom Toes,
Minutemen,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stiv Bators,
Quando Quango,
Yazoo,
The Golliwogs,
The Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
The Leaves,
Vainqueur,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.