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 Ukraine and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin 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 X-102 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Albert Ayler,
Sällskapet,
Sixth Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
Nico,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonic Youth,
Josef K,
the Association,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Basic Channel,
Liliput,
The Music Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris Corsano,
Scan 7,
John Lydon,
Quadrant,
The Toasters,
The Monochrome Set,
Aaron Thompson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxy Music,
Vladislav Delay,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker,
Deakin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Fear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scion,
Section 25,
Dead Boys,
Faraquet,
Yaz,
Goldenarms,
Ludus,
Radiohead,
Monks,
Magazine,
T.S.O.L.,
The Saints,
Connie Case,
The Index,
Ohio Players,
Lindisfarne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ituana,
This Heat,
AZ,
Pussy Galore,
The Victims,
The Buckinghams,
The Cure,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.