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 Spain and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Idris Muhammad to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Dirtbombs,
Supertramp,
Theoretical Girls,
Motorama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Litter,
Urselle,
The Real Kids,
the Association,
Hot Snakes,
Kaleidoscope,
Bauhaus,
Laurel Aitken,
Panda Bear,
Erykah Badu,
the Normal,
Suburban Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scratch Acid,
Camouflage,
Nick Fraelich,
Funky Four + One,
The Fugs,
MDC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arab on Radar,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fortunes,
Brass Construction,
T.S.O.L.,
Mantronix,
Roxy Music,
Jacques Brel,
Whodini,
Brand Nubian,
EPMD,
Average White Band,
Talk Talk,
Lucky Dragons,
Ludus,
Chris & Cosey,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fat Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
David Bowie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-102,
Max Romeo,
Cameo,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalann,
Eric Dolphy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gories,
The Smoke,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.