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 Bahrain and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 These Immortal Souls to the funk 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Laurel Aitken,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Bananas,
Danielle Patucci,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spandau Ballet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Sneak,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül II,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Little Man,
One Last Wish,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker,
Stetsasonic,
Livin' Joy,
Essential Logic,
Japan,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Leaves,
E-Dancer,
Suburban Knight,
Cameo,
Scion,
Radiohead,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echospace,
Magma,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vainqueur,
Outsiders,
Nico,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Ludus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
CMW,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dead C,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q65,
Jeff Mills,
Smog,
The Residents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sister Nancy,
The Smiths,
Lakeside,
Freddie Wadling,
Moss Icon,
Pussy Galore,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.