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 United States and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-Ray Spex,
MDC,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Graham Central Station,
Newcleus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxy Music,
Joey Negro,
Scion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MC5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maurizio,
PIL,
Neil Young,
The Count Five,
Sugar Minott,
Tropical Tobacco,
Darondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
Fatback Band,
Arthur Verocai,
OOIOO,
Tim Buckley,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris Corsano,
Cal Tjader,
L. Decosne,
Flash Fearless,
Marshall Jefferson,
Leonard Cohen,
Mad Mike,
Oneida,
Panda Bear,
One Last Wish,
Half Japanese,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Index,
The Moody Blues,
Erasure,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chrome,
Sight & Sound,
Little Man,
Faust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pretty Things,
The Monochrome Set,
Neu!,
The Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.