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 Malawi and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the funk 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Selecter,
Marc Almond,
The Dead C,
Whodini,
Infiniti,
Mark Hollis,
Sonic Youth,
Angry Samoans,
John Lydon,
T.S.O.L.,
Toni Rubio,
Mo-Dettes,
Subhumans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Green,
The Young Rascals,
New Order,
X-101,
Janne Schatter,
Blossom Toes,
Pierre Henry,
The Offenders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Smooth,
Blancmange,
Sandy B,
China Crisis,
10cc,
Reagan Youth,
The Gories,
Robert Hood,
Talk Talk,
The Golliwogs,
Radiohead,
Slave,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mandrill,
Hashim,
The Buckinghams,
cv313,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brick,
Moebius,
The Beau Brummels,
Minutemen,
Tres Demented,
Bush Tetras,
The Trojans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Letta Mbulu,
Second Layer,
Cybotron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Isaac Hayes,
Rotary Connection,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.