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 Panama and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bill Wells to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed,
The Tremeloes,
John Lydon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cowsills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Selecter,
Organ,
The Leaves,
Shoche,
PIL,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker,
Todd Terry,
Radiohead,
The Slackers,
The Monochrome Set,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül,
Faust,
Matthew Halsall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Tom Boy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Association,
Sonic Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Warren Ellis,
the Slits,
Nico,
Television Personalities,
The Mojo Men,
Unrelated Segments,
Eddi Front,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Underground Resistance,
The New Christs,
Todd Rundgren,
L. Decosne,
Mars,
Pussy Galore,
Minor Threat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Age Steppers,
The Stooges,
8 Eyed Spy,
Godley & Creme,
Arthur Verocai,
Rosa Yemen,
Severed Heads,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.