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 Nepal and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Minnie Riperton to the grime 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Human League,
Clear Light,
Stiv Bators,
Symarip,
The Skatalites,
Q65,
Subhumans,
New Order,
Soft Cell,
The Doors,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bronski Beat,
EPMD,
Accadde A,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacques Brel,
Zapp,
Schoolly D,
Arthur Verocai,
Buzzcocks,
New Age Steppers,
D'Angelo,
The Blackbyrds,
Jawbox,
Heaven 17,
New York Dolls,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Style,
Swell Maps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Colin Newman,
Joey Negro,
Second Layer,
The Gap Band,
Outsiders,
Pylon,
Fluxion,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tubeway Army,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Fifty Foot Hose,
CMW,
Lindisfarne,
The Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Max Romeo,
Spandau Ballet,
Cameo,
Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
The United States of America,
Juan Atkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Icehouse,
Albert Ayler,
Gabor Szabo,
The Remains,
Excepter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Rundgren,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.