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 Kuwait and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fluxion to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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?
Japan,
Judy Mowatt,
Rod Modell,
Adolescents,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bush Tetras,
Yusef Lateef,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sam Rivers,
Lower 48,
Main Source,
The Offenders,
Hoover,
Robert Görl,
Man Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
Arthur Verocai,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glambeats Corp.,
Malaria!,
Livin' Joy,
Skarface,
Goldenarms,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Association,
Rapeman,
The Associates,
Television,
Ice-T,
Q65,
Dennis Brown,
John Foxx,
Erasure,
The Remains,
Metal Thangz,
the Normal,
Zero Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Wyatt,
DNA,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cure,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kas Product,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sandy B,
Aural Exciters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
One Last Wish,
The Stooges,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.