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 Serbia and from London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Walker Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Barrington Levy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Whodini,
The Gories,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rekid,
the Human League,
David Axelrod,
Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Evens,
Little Man,
Pylon,
Bronski Beat,
Intrusion,
The Offenders,
The Invisible,
Jeff Lynne,
Duran Duran,
X-102,
Zapp,
Hardrive,
Deadbeat,
OOIOO,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun City Girls,
Joy Division,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roger Hodgson,
Depeche Mode,
Gichy Dan,
The Kinks,
Eddi Front,
Youth Brigade,
kango's stein massive,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxy Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Jandek,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Move,
Cybotron,
Fatback Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Morten Harket,
Josef K,
Gastr Del Sol,
Das Ding,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Smooth,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.