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 Suriname and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-102 to the dance 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Dolphy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
kango's stein massive,
Sam Rivers,
Essential Logic,
World's Most,
The Dave Clark Five,
Metal Thangz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harry Pussy,
Brothers Johnson,
Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
The Fugs,
Howard Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Unrelated Segments,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Mills,
Toni Rubio,
Chris Corsano,
Television Personalities,
The Litter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bob Dylan,
Soul II Soul,
The Five Americans,
The Toasters,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy Collins,
UT,
Kayak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mantronix,
Fluxion,
Connie Case,
Negative Approach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
One Last Wish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hasil Adkins,
Brand Nubian,
Erykah Badu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pussy Galore,
Audionom,
Cluster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
These Immortal Souls,
Absolute Body Control,
Marvin Gaye,
Nas,
The Residents,
Zapp,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.