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 Botswana and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Drive Like Jehu,
Connie Case,
Babytalk,
Young Marble Giants,
Subhumans,
Ronnie Foster,
Slave,
The Grass Roots,
The Moleskins,
Warren Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Carl Craig,
Derrick May,
Moebius,
Rotary Connection,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suicide,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wally Richardson,
Ken Boothe,
Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
These Immortal Souls,
Leonard Cohen,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Clear Light,
The American Breed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thee Headcoats,
New York Dolls,
The Modern Lovers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skaos,
Mark Hollis,
the Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
Los Fastidios,
Rosa Yemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blancmange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Sneak,
Au Pairs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wasted Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Negative Approach,
World's Most,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alison Limerick,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.