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 Georgia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eric B and Rakim to the funk 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
One Last Wish,
Bill Near,
Cameo,
Spoonie Gee,
Steve Hackett,
Flipper,
Negative Approach,
Faust,
Shoche,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Teasers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dead C,
Tommy Roe,
John Holt,
Maurizio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Ultravox,
Tomorrow,
the Slits,
Q65,
Skriet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
The Doors,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blossom Toes,
Mad Mike,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul II Soul,
Little Man,
The Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rites of Spring,
Au Pairs,
Stetsasonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camouflage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Moon,
Duran Duran,
Basic Channel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül,
Ash Ra Tempel,
L. Decosne,
Terry Callier,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wire,
Procol Harum,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.