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 Burundi and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 CMW to the punk 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Durutti Column,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mojo Men,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
E-Dancer,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jawbox,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lungfish,
Swell Maps,
Severed Heads,
Parry Music,
Blossom Toes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang of Four,
Ronan,
Janne Schatter,
The Cure,
Desert Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Buzzcocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra,
JFA,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Hood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
EPMD,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maurizio,
Masters at Work,
the Germs,
Organ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minny Pops,
Yellowson,
Roger Hodgson,
Darondo,
Funkadelic,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Near,
Siglo XX,
Archie Shepp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boz Scaggs,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Invisible,
Quadrant,
The Buckinghams,
The Cramps,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.