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 Namibia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Standells to the grunge 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Grass Roots,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
Nico,
the Normal,
Black Moon,
Gang of Four,
Lucky Dragons,
a-ha,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Walker Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Davy DMX,
the Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slave,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Fluxion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Motorama,
The Cowsills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pere Ubu,
Lower 48,
Marine Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Sherman,
Kas Product,
Banda Bassotti,
Ornette Coleman,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Görl,
Todd Terry,
Eric Dolphy,
John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Brick,
Gerry Rafferty,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Average White Band,
Dual Sessions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crooked Eye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pole,
Morten Harket,
New York Dolls,
Sällskapet,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.