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 Malta and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Crash Course in Science,
Joyce Sims,
Audionom,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Finger,
The Fall,
The Dead C,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonny Sharrock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hot Snakes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wally Richardson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlback,
Con Funk Shun,
Warren Ellis,
The Offenders,
Nils Olav,
Spoonie Gee,
Maleditus Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Loose Ends,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Martian,
Black Moon,
The Smoke,
Barbara Tucker,
Yaz,
Alton Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Sheep,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zero Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neu!,
Young Marble Giants,
Patti Smith,
The Fugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Pus,
the Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sugar Minott,
Camouflage,
Susan Cadogan,
The Human League,
The Techniques,
Lower 48,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.