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 the UAE and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skarface to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tubeway Army,
AZ,
Eric Dolphy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Loose Ends,
Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
John Foxx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grey Daturas,
Crooked Eye,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joyce Sims,
Interpol,
Sound Behaviour,
Cabaret Voltaire,
These Immortal Souls,
Q65,
Whodini,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moody Blues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thompson Twins,
FM Einheit,
Marmalade,
Joy Division,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zapp,
Susan Cadogan,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare,
The Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glenn Branca,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
The Techniques,
Harry Pussy,
Depeche Mode,
Blossom Toes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tim Buckley,
Negative Approach,
Terry Callier,
L. Decosne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liliput,
Fela Kuti,
Bad Manners,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Almond,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.