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 Benin and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Aural Exciters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Fugazi,
Livin' Joy,
Q65,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rekid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Panda Bear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Letta Mbulu,
Pole,
Basic Channel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gun Club,
The Gories,
Isaac Hayes,
Model 500,
Can,
The Human League,
Sparks,
Spandau Ballet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Martian,
Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Mr. Review,
Girls At Our Best!,
Byron Stingily,
Faraquet,
Malaria!,
CMW,
Yazoo,
Blake Baxter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Surgeon,
Eddi Front,
Fear,
Donald Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joyce Sims,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun City Girls,
Tom Boy,
Joe Smooth,
Brass Construction,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Colin Newman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stetsasonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Josef K,
Flipper,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Skatalites,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Sex Pistols,
Underground Resistance,
Ronan,
Robert Hood,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.