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 Panama and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gastr Del Sol to the disco 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sight & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mr. Review,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fugazi,
Gabor Szabo,
Jandek,
The Pop Group,
Main Source,
Gang Green,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cure,
The Cramps,
Gichy Dan,
Mark Hollis,
EPMD,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
World's Most,
Sarah Menescal,
Pussy Galore,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Cale,
John Foxx,
Sister Nancy,
Gong,
Aaron Thompson,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joey Negro,
Brick,
Bang On A Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crooked Eye,
The Moleskins,
The Fugs,
Agitation Free,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Wells,
Ossler,
Minor Threat,
Soft Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Von Mondo,
Negative Approach,
Soul Sonic Force,
a-ha,
Reagan Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.