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 Nauru and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Kinks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a guitar and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Camouflage,
Hardrive,
Dave Gahan,
Swell Maps,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mission of Burma,
Symarip,
Man Eating Sloth,
Infiniti,
Hasil Adkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Albert Ayler,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy Collins,
The Golliwogs,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Starr,
Mandrill,
Marshall Jefferson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Almond,
Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yusef Lateef,
FM Einheit,
Public Enemy,
Panda Bear,
The Stooges,
the Bar-Kays,
Maleditus Sound,
World's Most,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mo-Dettes,
The Walker Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Skaos,
Babytalk,
Ten City,
The Birthday Party,
The Shadows of Knight,
Al Stewart,
Skriet,
Television,
X-102,
The Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
KRS-One,
Scrapy,
Loose Ends,
The Moleskins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fat Boys,
Josef K,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.