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 Barbados and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sun City Girls to the funk 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Fear,
Sixth Finger,
The Motions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erykah Badu,
Simply Red,
Eric Copeland,
Eve St. Jones,
Guru Guru,
Oblivians,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Hasil Adkins,
Swans,
The Star Department,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moby Grape,
Excepter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare,
Amazonics,
The Stooges,
Arab on Radar,
the Normal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sällskapet,
Fatback Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harmonia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slick Rick,
Alton Ellis,
The Residents,
Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Animal Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
The Victims,
Pole,
The Barracudas,
K-Klass,
Cybotron,
Tubeway Army,
Traffic Nightmare,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lower 48,
Aural Exciters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Halsall,
Kayak,
The Evens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.