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 Dominican Republic and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gastr Del Sol to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Kenny Larkin,
Delon & Dalcan,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Sneak,
Youth Brigade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Procol Harum,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bauhaus,
Ten City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Newcleus,
Sun City Girls,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Hill,
Visage,
John Foxx,
Freddie Wadling,
Quadrant,
Peter & Gordon,
AZ,
Gang Green,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bob Dylan,
John Cale,
The Move,
Organ,
The Slackers,
Zero Boys,
The Cure,
Main Source,
Section 25,
Juan Atkins,
Mad Mike,
LL Cool J,
Piero Umiliani,
The Wake,
The Velvet Underground,
The Victims,
Alton Ellis,
The Doors,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David McCallum,
Scratch Acid,
Patti Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Ultravox,
Siglo XX,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roger Hodgson,
Kurtis Blow,
Circle Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
Kayak,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.