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 Tunisia and from Jakarta.
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 New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Freddie Wadling to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Sarah Menescal,
Clear Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marmalade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visage,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers,
World's Most,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Halsall,
Wasted Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drive Like Jehu,
L. Decosne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sister Nancy,
Thompson Twins,
The Neon Judgement,
Cymande,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rotary Connection,
DNA,
Arthur Verocai,
Unrelated Segments,
Ken Boothe,
Bob Dylan,
Ohio Players,
The Pretty Things,
Anthony Braxton,
Model 500,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Normal,
Talk Talk,
The Doors,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ponytail,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Vogues,
Lucky Dragons,
The Human League,
Boredoms,
Al Stewart,
Minor Threat,
MC5,
Sällskapet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nas,
Au Pairs,
The Black Dice,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Interpol,
Rekid,
Hardrive,
Franke,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.