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 Fiji and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Panda Bear to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Gladiators,
Gang Green,
X-Ray Spex,
the Human League,
Bill Wells,
Rapeman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Toasters,
Brand Nubian,
Sonic Youth,
The Move,
X-102,
AZ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zapp,
Marine Girls,
Skarface,
Arcadia,
Lalann,
Mars,
The Index,
Mission of Burma,
Franke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris & Cosey,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Flesh Eaters,
David McCallum,
Accadde A,
The Selecter,
Con Funk Shun,
Harpers Bizarre,
Freddie Wadling,
Nas,
Man Parrish,
Rakim,
The Count Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Surgeon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swans,
Radio Birdman,
The Invisible,
Zero Boys,
Bad Manners,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
Icehouse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anthony Braxton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eve St. Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Christie,
Davy DMX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crime,
Magazine,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.