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 Uzbekistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Freddie Wadling to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Deepchord,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faraquet,
Neu!,
The Remains,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smoke,
Mark Hollis,
Tom Boy,
Erykah Badu,
Zero Boys,
The Gladiators,
Marvin Gaye,
Blossom Toes,
The Fuzztones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
Von Mondo,
Lungfish,
Sam Rivers,
The Index,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiohead,
X-Ray Spex,
The Black Dice,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxy Music,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy Collins,
Sugar Minott,
Motorama,
Black Flag,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Supertramp,
The Pop Group,
The Sonics,
Pole,
Black Bananas,
Groovy Waters,
Ronnie Foster,
Aloha Tigers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Clear Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Crime,
Bizarre Inc.,
Urselle,
Erasure,
ABBA,
Crash Course in Science,
Yusef Lateef,
Hasil Adkins,
The Leaves,
Monolake,
Wolf Eyes,
Fela Kuti,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.