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 Malta and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Hot Snakes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
the Germs,
Steve Hackett,
Mission of Burma,
Joy Division,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
The Mummies,
The Martian,
Dave Gahan,
L. Decosne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Rundgren,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Model 500,
Sonic Youth,
Ice-T,
Neil Young,
Zapp,
Flash Fearless,
The Zeros,
Tears for Fears,
Desert Stars,
Severed Heads,
the Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Bowie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sister Nancy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gabor Szabo,
Circle Jerks,
Niagra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Supertramp,
Scan 7,
Bang On A Can,
Ohio Players,
Lucky Dragons,
Harry Pussy,
Ituana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grey Daturas,
Index,
Newcleus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Excepter,
The Happenings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
KRS-One,
The Wake,
Fear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Danielle Patucci,
Rekid,
Smog,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alice Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.