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 Moldova and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Zapp to the funk 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Grauzone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Bourne,
Mantronix,
World's Most,
Tropical Tobacco,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kayak,
Clear Light,
Livin' Joy,
The Searchers,
Cybotron,
Television Personalities,
Hoover,
Max Romeo,
OOIOO,
Half Japanese,
The Dead C,
The Selecter,
Lightning Bolt,
The Knickerbockers,
Scratch Acid,
Accadde A,
Piero Umiliani,
June Days,
The Fugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slits,
Desert Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Mandrill,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
James White and The Blacks,
the Bar-Kays,
Thompson Twins,
Minny Pops,
Mad Mike,
Ossler,
Basic Channel,
Buzzcocks,
Groovy Waters,
Skarface,
Minutemen,
Neu!,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chrome,
Deepchord,
Ultra Naté,
Darondo,
Japan,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Michelle Simonal,
Cymande,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.