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 Barbados and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mo-Dettes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Hoover,
Johnny Clarke,
Ice-T,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eve St. Jones,
UT,
The Trojans,
Fear,
10cc,
Robert Görl,
Bill Wells,
Maurizio,
Albert Ayler,
Visage,
Ludus,
David McCallum,
Sixth Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Bad Manners,
Sexual Harrassment,
Smog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bronski Beat,
Kurtis Blow,
Little Man,
cv313,
Avey Tare,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Archie Shepp,
Parry Music,
The Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mad Mike,
Second Layer,
Unwound,
The Cowsills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heaven 17,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Susan Cadogan,
Yaz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ossler,
The Zeros,
Ralphi Rosario,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faust,
Andrew Hill,
a-ha,
Nils Olav,
Skriet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erasure,
Ultravox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.