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 Kenya and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Hood to the punk 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Supertramp,
The Blues Magoos,
Moby Grape,
The Saints,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gun Club,
Groovy Waters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Vogues,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
ABBA,
The Skatalites,
The Grass Roots,
Kaleidoscope,
Alton Ellis,
Scrapy,
Alison Limerick,
Deepchord,
The Stooges,
Franke,
Robert Görl,
Nils Olav,
Harry Pussy,
China Crisis,
The Gories,
The Five Americans,
Rites of Spring,
Minny Pops,
Yellowson,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ken Boothe,
Spandau Ballet,
Hasil Adkins,
Donny Hathaway,
Monks,
Skarface,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Goldenarms,
Little Man,
Gil Scott Heron,
Inner City,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Near,
Patti Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Panda Bear,
Brass Construction,
Gang Starr,
New Order,
Glambeats Corp.,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.