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 Slovakia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eurythmics to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
David McCallum,
Zapp,
Peter and Kerry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tim Buckley,
The Red Krayola,
Q65,
Bobby Womack,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hot Snakes,
The Knickerbockers,
Pole,
Nico,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slackers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Vogues,
Marvin Gaye,
PIL,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Supertramp,
Intrusion,
Jandek,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
Pulsallama,
Ice-T,
Reuben Wilson,
10cc,
The Toasters,
Talk Talk,
X-101,
Massinfluence,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Easy Going,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dead C,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mojo Men,
Metal Thangz,
EPMD,
Cheater Slicks,
Skriet,
Q and Not U,
Aaron Thompson,
Gong,
Masters at Work,
Shoche,
Gang Starr,
Lungfish,
Brothers Johnson,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Style,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed,
Mission of Burma,
Junior Murvin,
The Dirtbombs,
Los Fastidios,
The Invisible,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.