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 Gabon and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Althea and Donna to the rock 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 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?
Animal Collective,
DJ Style,
Wire,
Television Personalities,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arcadia,
Porter Ricks,
The Count Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David McCallum,
Moby Grape,
Joy Division,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Los Fastidios,
The Residents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Lynne,
New Age Steppers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Japan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
La Düsseldorf,
Nico,
Pulsallama,
a-ha,
Henry Cow,
Davy DMX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Royal Trux,
Bush Tetras,
Blossom Toes,
Index,
Neil Young,
Tears for Fears,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smiths,
Scientists,
Ossler,
The Star Department,
Q and Not U,
Chrome,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nation of Ulysses,
Laurel Aitken,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ornette Coleman,
B.T. Express,
Sun City Girls,
The Evens,
Andrew Hill,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vladislav Delay,
Sixth Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faraquet,
Brick,
The Invisible,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.