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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rufus Thomas to the rap 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
ABC,
a-ha,
Desert Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boz Scaggs,
Junior Murvin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Urselle,
Visage,
The Offenders,
China Crisis,
Q and Not U,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spoonie Gee,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun City Girls,
Roxette,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Wake,
Alphaville,
The Gladiators,
Mantronix,
Royal Trux,
Motorama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Charles Mingus,
X-101,
Bronski Beat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Techniques,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fela Kuti,
Gang of Four,
Nick Fraelich,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric B and Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
Minor Threat,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Finger,
Slick Rick,
Infiniti,
Bill Near,
The Misunderstood,
Nik Kershaw,
Masters at Work,
Black Sheep,
New Order,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Joe Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.