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 Zambia and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Tim Buckley to the grime 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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?
Saccharine Trust,
Pussy Galore,
Organ,
Ponytail,
Black Flag,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Das Ding,
Warsaw,
The Barracudas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Fraelich,
Gabor Szabo,
Absolute Body Control,
Symarip,
The Slits,
China Crisis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Pus,
Eli Mardock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nik Kershaw,
D'Angelo,
The Monks,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Mills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Names,
UT,
La Düsseldorf,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxy Music,
Stetsasonic,
Barry Ungar,
KRS-One,
Scratch Acid,
Hardrive,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Last Poets,
Masters at Work,
The Moleskins,
Ice-T,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare,
Massinfluence,
Alice Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Banda Bassotti,
Agent Orange,
Bush Tetras,
Rites of Spring,
Mantronix,
Anakelly,
Gang Gang Dance,
Altered Images,
Clear Light,
Eurythmics,
One Last Wish,
Porter Ricks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Remains,
Lalann,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.