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 East Timor and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dark Day to the dance 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Visage,
The Offenders,
Youth Brigade,
The Smoke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yaz,
Black Pus,
Mark Hollis,
Mandrill,
June Days,
U.S. Maple,
Radiohead,
Sonic Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cramps,
Tommy Roe,
The Cure,
Skriet,
The Sonics,
Ponytail,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxy Music,
Ultra Naté,
Procol Harum,
Siglo XX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Brick,
Gong,
Panda Bear,
Barbara Tucker,
Sällskapet,
Cluster,
New Age Steppers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül,
Todd Rundgren,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Second Layer,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marvin Gaye,
Hot Snakes,
Idris Muhammad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Beau Brummels,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gabor Szabo,
T.S.O.L.,
Shoche,
X-Ray Spex,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ice-T,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.