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 the UAE and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 World's Most to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bad Manners,
The Grass Roots,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxette,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magma,
Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lightning Bolt,
Y Pants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zapp,
Deakin,
Nirvana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cure,
Scientists,
Thompson Twins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Music Machine,
The Monks,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra,
Absolute Body Control,
Cluster,
Pantaleimon,
The Techniques,
Wasted Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Main Source,
Pantytec,
Erykah Badu,
Hashim,
Warren Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
Pole,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stetsasonic,
Funkadelic,
Marmalade,
Connie Case,
Peter and Kerry,
Half Japanese,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
T. Rex,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül II,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.