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 Estonia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Deepchord to the techno 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Order,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grauzone,
John Holt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skarface,
Chris & Cosey,
Bush Tetras,
Leonard Cohen,
Siglo XX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mo-Dettes,
Cameo,
Radio Birdman,
Ossler,
Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Clarke,
EPMD,
Mission of Burma,
Moss Icon,
Ronnie Foster,
Albert Ayler,
Masters at Work,
Joe Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
Bluetip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dark Day,
Sandy B,
Joe Finger,
The Golliwogs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Wells,
Eli Mardock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Isaac Hayes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ten City,
Essential Logic,
Lungfish,
Technova,
Soul II Soul,
The Alarm Clocks,
The United States of America,
JFA,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mark Hollis,
Cybotron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gabor Szabo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sarah Menescal,
UT,
Babytalk,
Duran Duran,
D'Angelo,
Laurel Aitken,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.