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 Tunisia and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Matthew Halsall to the techno 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Index,
The Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
Blake Baxter,
The Misunderstood,
June Days,
Bang On A Can,
Icehouse,
Flash Fearless,
MC5,
Unwound,
DJ Sneak,
Scion,
Prince Buster,
Altered Images,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Green,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Techniques,
Roxy Music,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cowsills,
Al Stewart,
Arcadia,
The Fall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Order,
Moebius,
The Neon Judgement,
Model 500,
Alison Limerick,
Nas,
48th St. Collective,
Stereo Dub,
Trumans Water,
Fatback Band,
Rosa Yemen,
U.S. Maple,
Yazoo,
T.S.O.L.,
New Age Steppers,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantaleimon,
Soul II Soul,
Brass Construction,
Josef K,
Mo-Dettes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Saints,
Masters at Work,
The Gories,
Camberwell Now,
Lightning Bolt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vainqueur,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.