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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 punk 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pylon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Symarip,
The Techniques,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Hood,
Camouflage,
Livin' Joy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Smooth,
Magazine,
Erasure,
Eden Ahbez,
Hashim,
Quantec,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Hill,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Holt,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalann,
Anakelly,
Bush Tetras,
Rites of Spring,
Slick Rick,
Blake Baxter,
X-102,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vainqueur,
Make Up,
Soulsonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heaven 17,
Niagra,
Schoolly D,
UT,
H. Thieme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Theoretical Girls,
Colin Newman,
Black Moon,
L. Decosne,
The Wake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
PIL,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fugs,
The Walker Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Young Marble Giants,
Gong,
Alice Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Drexciya,
Joey Negro,
Throbbing Gristle,
The American Breed,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.