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 Tonga and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 The Slits to the jazz 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Associates,
Dual Sessions,
Marmalade,
The Motions,
Bobby Womack,
Slick Rick,
Alphaville,
Livin' Joy,
U.S. Maple,
Maurizio,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed,
Monolake,
Henry Cow,
Spoonie Gee,
Cheater Slicks,
OOIOO,
Harmonia,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Modern Lovers,
Prince Buster,
Public Enemy,
Jandek,
DNA,
Technova,
Scientists,
Piero Umiliani,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moebius,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantaleimon,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swell Maps,
Sugar Minott,
Thompson Twins,
Hot Snakes,
The Mummies,
Minny Pops,
Grauzone,
Yazoo,
Aaron Thompson,
Graham Central Station,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flamin' Groovies,
B.T. Express,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
F. McDonald,
Average White Band,
Khruangbin,
Yellowson,
L. Decosne,
H. Thieme,
Marc Almond,
Animal Collective,
Groovy Waters,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Last Poets,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.