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 Bangladesh and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Starr to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra,
Skriet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Janne Schatter,
AZ,
The Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zero Boys,
The Fall,
Ken Boothe,
Porter Ricks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warsaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tommy Roe,
Bluetip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
cv313,
Albert Ayler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angry Samoans,
10cc,
Scion,
Anakelly,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mojo Men,
Rotary Connection,
China Crisis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Flag,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quando Quango,
Maleditus Sound,
Marine Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zapp,
The Dirtbombs,
Graham Central Station,
Sonic Youth,
Lyres,
The Cramps,
The Trojans,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Finger,
Das Ding,
Cecil Taylor,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Enemy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Barracudas,
Fugazi,
The Fortunes,
Aswad,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.