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 Belgium and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the punk 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Make Up,
The Beau Brummels,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jawbox,
The Techniques,
Peter and Kerry,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Womack,
Shoche,
Bill Near,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonic Youth,
New York Dolls,
Eric Dolphy,
Aural Exciters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Infiniti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Surgeon,
DJ Style,
Glenn Branca,
U.S. Maple,
Model 500,
The Fugs,
Soul II Soul,
Schoolly D,
John Cale,
Oneida,
Mars,
X-101,
Fluxion,
Archie Shepp,
Television Personalities,
Laurel Aitken,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Moon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Simply Red,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MC5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalann,
Curtis Mayfield,
Icehouse,
Lungfish,
The Barracudas,
Anthony Braxton,
Youth Brigade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harry Pussy,
The Stooges,
Fatback Band,
Hashim,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.