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 Papua New Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Newcleus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Marvin Gaye,
David Bowie,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dual Sessions,
Swell Maps,
Wasted Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Arab on Radar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Loose Ends,
Warren Ellis,
The Kinks,
Fluxion,
Chris & Cosey,
Howard Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
Colin Newman,
Interpol,
Scan 7,
The Smiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oblivians,
The Fortunes,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed,
Stockholm Monsters,
UT,
Marmalade,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Sneak,
Heaven 17,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Saints,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Searchers,
Ice-T,
X-102,
Eurythmics,
JFA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MDC,
Siglo XX,
Ken Boothe,
Brick,
Livin' Joy,
Alice Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Guru Guru,
Second Layer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cowsills,
The Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Cal Tjader,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anakelly,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Slits,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.