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 Iraq and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the dance 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
David Axelrod,
ABC,
Bootsy Collins,
The Birthday Party,
Morten Harket,
Lalann,
Nick Fraelich,
Traffic Nightmare,
New York Dolls,
DJ Sneak,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Clarke,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lungfish,
Quadrant,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fall,
The Martian,
Heaven 17,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Count Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Underground Resistance,
The Dirtbombs,
The Happenings,
The Golliwogs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Toni Rubio,
OOIOO,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fad Gadget,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
China Crisis,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fugazi,
The Skatalites,
Organ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxy Music,
Marvin Gaye,
The Remains,
The Invisible,
Talk Talk,
Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Infiniti,
The Motions,
Fluxion,
Deepchord,
The Blackbyrds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.