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 Palau and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dennis Brown to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and a marimba 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
Henry Cow,
Joe Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick Morgan,
Eurythmics,
The Evens,
Nas,
Lalann,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The American Breed,
Graham Central Station,
Oblivians,
Model 500,
Trumans Water,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Amazonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bob Dylan,
The Star Department,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sister Nancy,
The Martian,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fatback Band,
the Soft Cell,
Make Up,
Sixth Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slick Rick,
Warsaw,
Joey Negro,
Technova,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minor Threat,
James White and The Blacks,
The Pop Group,
Funkadelic,
Arab on Radar,
The Red Krayola,
Blancmange,
Hashim,
Eric Copeland,
Black Flag,
The Kinks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ohio Players,
Loose Ends,
Surgeon,
JFA,
Khruangbin,
Monolake,
The Real Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.