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 Colombia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lou Reed to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Grey Daturas,
Connie Case,
The Golliwogs,
Angry Samoans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crime,
Unwound,
Sight & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Leonard Cohen,
Negative Approach,
The Fugs,
Slave,
Lou Reed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cybotron,
Japan,
Slick Rick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Holt,
The Cowsills,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Barbara Tucker,
Second Layer,
La Düsseldorf,
The Leaves,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Fluxion,
Bad Manners,
Bob Dylan,
Quando Quango,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brass Construction,
Simply Red,
Kenny Larkin,
David Axelrod,
The Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Sugar Minott,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Shadows of Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
Gong,
Youth Brigade,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marmalade,
Cecil Taylor,
UT,
Theoretical Girls,
the Slits,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.