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 Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Guru Guru to the funk 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Sonic Youth,
Sparks,
Wings,
Erasure,
Freddie Wadling,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Style,
Nils Olav,
The United States of America,
Model 500,
Bad Manners,
Eden Ahbez,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ice-T,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slave,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacob Miller,
The Wake,
In Retrospect,
The Toasters,
the Bar-Kays,
Quadrant,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Qualms,
Eddi Front,
Suicide,
Depeche Mode,
48th St. Collective,
Section 25,
Marine Girls,
H. Thieme,
Schoolly D,
Technova,
Hasil Adkins,
Henry Cow,
Aloha Tigers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Max Romeo,
Japan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-102,
Harry Pussy,
David Axelrod,
Gichy Dan,
Scratch Acid,
MC5,
Minny Pops,
Pere Ubu,
Letta Mbulu,
Howard Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.