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 Monaco and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Avey Tare to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jandek,
Pere Ubu,
The Seeds,
This Heat,
Isaac Hayes,
Al Stewart,
Sex Pistols,
Vainqueur,
Rakim,
Visage,
Skarface,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Livin' Joy,
Monolake,
Colin Newman,
Dennis Brown,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Index,
Masters at Work,
Kayak,
The Young Rascals,
Au Pairs,
Dead Boys,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
CMW,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Swans,
10cc,
Graham Central Station,
Slick Rick,
Infiniti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Motorama,
Mantronix,
Can,
Arab on Radar,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Smog,
Erykah Badu,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.