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 Bolivia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Flipper 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Whodini,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Franke,
Archie Shepp,
Lalann,
Niagra,
Q65,
Con Funk Shun,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Darondo,
Leonard Cohen,
Lightning Bolt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris & Cosey,
The Divine Comedy,
Cybotron,
The Offenders,
June of 44,
Absolute Body Control,
John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonic Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Icehouse,
Jeff Mills,
Dennis Brown,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hashim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chrome,
Eric Dolphy,
D'Angelo,
China Crisis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ossler,
Quadrant,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Sneak,
Kayak,
Dawn Penn,
Grauzone,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül II,
Schoolly D,
Zero Boys,
Boredoms,
Duran Duran,
Fluxion,
Max Romeo,
The Barracudas,
Oblivians,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.