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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Section 25 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Qualms,
Newcleus,
Fugazi,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Neon Judgement,
LL Cool J,
Dual Sessions,
Symarip,
the Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Y Pants,
The Stooges,
June Days,
Gil Scott Heron,
Section 25,
Agent Orange,
The Index,
Jacques Brel,
Scan 7,
Tommy Roe,
Patti Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Das Ding,
Moby Grape,
The Trojans,
Susan Cadogan,
Arab on Radar,
Second Layer,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ice-T,
Mandrill,
Yazoo,
Lyres,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ten City,
Bobby Byrd,
Parry Music,
The Dead C,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Japan,
Subhumans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stetsasonic,
The Move,
Model 500,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radio Birdman,
The Birthday Party,
Hoover,
Drexciya,
Au Pairs,
Archie Shepp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tres Demented,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.