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 Paraguay and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Andrew Hill to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Womack,
Model 500,
Joey Negro,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oblivians,
Marc Almond,
Joensuu 1685,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echospace,
The Black Dice,
U.S. Maple,
Franke,
Cymande,
LL Cool J,
the Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultravox,
Scratch Acid,
Junior Murvin,
The Real Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smoke,
Drexciya,
Susan Cadogan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Excepter,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Jandek,
Crash Course in Science,
Thompson Twins,
EPMD,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang On A Can,
Maurizio,
The Tremeloes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minor Threat,
Das Ding,
The Slits,
Parry Music,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlback,
Morten Harket,
John Holt,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare,
The Happenings,
Grey Daturas,
Animal Collective,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.