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 Laos and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dirtbombs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Lakeside,
The Real Kids,
The Cramps,
R.M.O.,
The Move,
June of 44,
The Names,
Fela Kuti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Laurel Aitken,
ABBA,
Dennis Brown,
FM Einheit,
Marvin Gaye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Busters,
Slave,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Bananas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-Ray Spex,
Agitation Free,
Junior Murvin,
Scion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Buzzcocks,
Carl Craig,
The Birthday Party,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Flag,
The Buckinghams,
Country Teasers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Sex Pistols,
Tubeway Army,
Bob Dylan,
June Days,
Scientists,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick May,
The Remains,
Procol Harum,
Section 25,
Grey Daturas,
Skaos,
Joe Finger,
Second Layer,
The Five Americans,
Can,
The Walker Brothers,
The Motions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Little Man,
Cheater Slicks,
The United States of America,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Halsall,
Fear,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.