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 Niger and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Electric Prunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
EPMD,
The Names,
Harry Pussy,
One Last Wish,
the Human League,
Darondo,
Clear Light,
The Gladiators,
New Age Steppers,
Joyce Sims,
The Trojans,
Essential Logic,
Idris Muhammad,
Pylon,
The Count Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Negative Approach,
Sonic Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Loose Ends,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Bar-Kays,
Ash Ra Tempel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Technova,
Chris & Cosey,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
Skaos,
OOIOO,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smiths,
The Fugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sister Nancy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donald Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Animal Collective,
Steve Hackett,
Kaleidoscope,
Unrelated Segments,
Dave Gahan,
The Martian,
Anthony Braxton,
La Düsseldorf,
Cymande,
Anakelly,
Mantronix,
Symarip,
Marine Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.