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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Idris Muhammad to the rap 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Isaac Hayes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultravox,
Kool Moe Dee,
Juan Atkins,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thee Headcoats,
Newcleus,
Wings,
Ornette Coleman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aswad,
Marine Girls,
Fluxion,
Henry Cow,
Stiv Bators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cluster,
Wally Richardson,
Pere Ubu,
The Mummies,
Porter Ricks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Techniques,
Model 500,
Mandrill,
Roger Hodgson,
Byron Stingily,
T. Rex,
The Gap Band,
The Cowsills,
48th St. Collective,
Zero Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Flag,
kango's stein massive,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harmonia,
A Certain Ratio,
Dawn Penn,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mission of Burma,
Sixth Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chrome,
Arab on Radar,
Little Man,
Niagra,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Audionom,
Dead Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Hill,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.