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 Vietnam and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Last Poets to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed,
Shoche,
Wings,
Leonard Cohen,
Brand Nubian,
The Gladiators,
KRS-One,
K-Klass,
Mission of Burma,
Colin Newman,
The Mojo Men,
Little Man,
Soft Machine,
Dave Gahan,
John Lydon,
The Wake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Index,
the Human League,
Make Up,
Con Funk Shun,
Marcia Griffiths,
F. McDonald,
The Moody Blues,
Pharoah Sanders,
Godley & Creme,
Icehouse,
Cymande,
The Happenings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang of Four,
The Smiths,
Zapp,
the Germs,
Chrome,
Soft Cell,
Inner City,
Clear Light,
Lalann,
Guru Guru,
Underground Resistance,
New Age Steppers,
Sun City Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Agent Orange,
Grauzone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pretty Things,
Bronski Beat,
Ronan,
The Associates,
Barbara Tucker,
LL Cool J,
Suburban Knight,
Cybotron,
Marvin Gaye,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.