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 Kyrgyzstan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jawbox to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül,
Deakin,
Skaos,
Kenny Larkin,
Sight & Sound,
The Dead C,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bob Dylan,
The Names,
the Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Nirvana,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Womack,
The Cure,
Janne Schatter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
These Immortal Souls,
R.M.O.,
a-ha,
Max Romeo,
The Neon Judgement,
Icehouse,
Don Cherry,
The Misunderstood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cluster,
Wasted Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Con Funk Shun,
Marmalade,
Warren Ellis,
Marine Girls,
Cymande,
Sun Ra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tubeway Army,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smiths,
Sällskapet,
Eric Copeland,
Intrusion,
The Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
World's Most,
The Happenings,
Thee Headcoats,
Brass Construction,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.