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 Yemen and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 China Crisis to the dance 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Young Marble Giants,
Malaria!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The J.B.'s,
Moby Grape,
Vladislav Delay,
B.T. Express,
The Birthday Party,
The Beau Brummels,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Neon Judgement,
KRS-One,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Flag,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wolf Eyes,
Quadrant,
8 Eyed Spy,
Procol Harum,
Rod Modell,
The Black Dice,
Gang Green,
Joensuu 1685,
Bronski Beat,
Dual Sessions,
Don Cherry,
The Pretty Things,
Davy DMX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David McCallum,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cowsills,
The Busters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Kinks,
The American Breed,
The Moody Blues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joyce Sims,
Scion,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Remains,
The Zeros,
Skarface,
Arcadia,
The Fall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
The Smiths,
the Sonics,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.