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 Grenada and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Second Layer,
Q and Not U,
John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
X-Ray Spex,
T. Rex,
Model 500,
Radiohead,
James White and The Blacks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
F. McDonald,
Boredoms,
Aswad,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Deepchord,
The Count Five,
Make Up,
Charles Mingus,
OOIOO,
Malaria!,
The Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
Althea and Donna,
Warsaw,
Marvin Gaye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maleditus Sound,
The Toasters,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
Josef K,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Banda Bassotti,
Goldenarms,
Tears for Fears,
Bang On A Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kayak,
Joe Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pierre Henry,
John Holt,
Hardrive,
Eric Copeland,
Panda Bear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alison Limerick,
Scratch Acid,
Flipper,
Barry Ungar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Excepter,
Mantronix,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fall,
Faraquet,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.