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 Thailand and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DJ Sneak to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a 808 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Glenn Branca,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Urselle,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Near,
Aloha Tigers,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Order,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Style,
Pantaleimon,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Litter,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Five Americans,
Vladislav Delay,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
FM Einheit,
the Germs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sight & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Excepter,
Inner City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Isaac Hayes,
The Kinks,
OOIOO,
Joe Smooth,
Index,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mojo Men,
Main Source,
The Real Kids,
Sugar Minott,
Camouflage,
Soul II Soul,
Soulsonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Hood,
John Lydon,
Metal Thangz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young,
Scrapy,
Pere Ubu,
Easy Going,
The Fortunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gap Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Model 500,
John Cale,
Liliput,
Peter and Kerry,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.