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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slackers to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Panda Bear,
Steve Hackett,
Public Enemy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Youth Brigade,
The Blackbyrds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Junior Murvin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tubeway Army,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nas,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Byron Stingily,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick May,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fire Engines,
Hashim,
Pantytec,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Smooth,
Heaven 17,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fall,
Dorothy Ashby,
Goldenarms,
Radiopuhelimet,
D'Angelo,
Reagan Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Surgeon,
Talk Talk,
Bluetip,
Davy DMX,
Robert Wyatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faust,
Bush Tetras,
Liliput,
Neil Young,
Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Suicide,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fear,
Hot Snakes,
Outsiders,
Jandek,
Schoolly D,
Audionom,
Howard Jones,
The J.B.'s,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.