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 Lithuania and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nation of Ulysses to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker,
Anthony Braxton,
Morten Harket,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Moon,
The Leaves,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sister Nancy,
Quadrant,
The Busters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brand Nubian,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Standells,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gun Club,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nils Olav,
The Techniques,
Black Bananas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
China Crisis,
The Five Americans,
Masters at Work,
Radiohead,
Pylon,
Darondo,
Con Funk Shun,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Index,
The Offenders,
Gichy Dan,
Whodini,
David Bowie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hashim,
Iggy Pop,
Donald Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
The Golliwogs,
Simply Red,
Jawbox,
Judy Mowatt,
The Tremeloes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dead C,
Boz Scaggs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.