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 Slovakia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flipper to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Half Japanese,
Zero Boys,
Altered Images,
Marvin Gaye,
Sexual Harrassment,
LL Cool J,
Anakelly,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bob Dylan,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Lightning Bolt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Von Mondo,
Rod Modell,
The Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
The Modern Lovers,
New York Dolls,
Organ,
Jacques Brel,
Tom Boy,
10cc,
Fluxion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aswad,
The Index,
Pantaleimon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fat Boys,
The J.B.'s,
The Real Kids,
Icehouse,
Eric Copeland,
Ohio Players,
Maurizio,
The Wake,
Monolake,
Funkadelic,
Soft Machine,
Amazonics,
Albert Ayler,
New Age Steppers,
The Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delta 5,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Idris Muhammad,
Mantronix,
Donny Hathaway,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers,
Joey Negro,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.