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 Mauritius and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cluster to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Patti Smith,
Anakelly,
The Searchers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mo-Dettes,
Yusef Lateef,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Stooges,
Archie Shepp,
Funky Four + One,
Dave Gahan,
The Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magma,
In Retrospect,
The Mummies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Toasters,
48th St. Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
Visage,
Albert Ayler,
A Certain Ratio,
Crash Course in Science,
Schoolly D,
Eddi Front,
MC5,
Juan Atkins,
Ultravox,
Aural Exciters,
The Young Rascals,
Gichy Dan,
June Days,
Flipper,
Outsiders,
Mandrill,
Country Teasers,
Tubeway Army,
The Divine Comedy,
Lakeside,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Rundgren,
Delta 5,
Agitation Free,
K-Klass,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kayak,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Hood,
The Victims,
Amon Düül II,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yazoo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.