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 Peru and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeff Lynne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Khruangbin,
Archie Shepp,
Pierre Henry,
Warsaw,
Rapeman,
Dawn Penn,
The Gap Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Hot Snakes,
This Heat,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Basic Channel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gories,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jawbox,
Mars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scan 7,
Kevin Saunderson,
OOIOO,
E-Dancer,
Blossom Toes,
The Birthday Party,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kas Product,
The Dirtbombs,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul II Soul,
Brothers Johnson,
Absolute Body Control,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Bronski Beat,
Malaria!,
Parry Music,
Technova,
Swell Maps,
Wire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
UT,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Youth Brigade,
John Holt,
Yazoo,
Pylon,
X-102,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swans,
Simply Red,
The Wake,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.