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 Denmark and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Tubeway Army to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oneida,
John Foxx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Inner City,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spoonie Gee,
Cymande,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Talk Talk,
Spandau Ballet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sarah Menescal,
Metal Thangz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heaven 17,
The Fortunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mandrill,
Warsaw,
Davy DMX,
Sister Nancy,
Popol Vuh,
Eden Ahbez,
the Sonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Funky Four + One,
Mo-Dettes,
Pagans,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Whodini,
The Moleskins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Clear Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bush Tetras,
Bauhaus,
Technova,
Reagan Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Move,
Todd Terry,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Patti Smith,
The Cramps,
The Red Krayola,
The Martian,
Roxette,
Rakim,
Ronan,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.