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 Jordan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quantec to the techno 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slits,
The Red Krayola,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Sight & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suicide,
Skriet,
Deadbeat,
Bang On A Can,
Carl Craig,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blues Magoos,
Organ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faust,
Man Eating Sloth,
PIL,
U.S. Maple,
Don Cherry,
Wally Richardson,
Zero Boys,
Soft Machine,
Flash Fearless,
June Days,
Deepchord,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sister Nancy,
Stereo Dub,
Minnie Riperton,
Camouflage,
Lalann,
Lakeside,
Moss Icon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
Schoolly D,
Blossom Toes,
Nirvana,
E-Dancer,
The Raincoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Axelrod,
Sun City Girls,
Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxy Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bad Manners,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.