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 the UAE and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 The Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Lalann,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Second Layer,
The Smiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Isaac Hayes,
Cheater Slicks,
Dennis Brown,
Babytalk,
Sex Pistols,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick May,
Cymande,
Gichy Dan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fortunes,
Soft Cell,
a-ha,
Sound Behaviour,
the Human League,
Black Flag,
Jeff Lynne,
Animal Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
Ohio Players,
Lower 48,
Gabor Szabo,
Trumans Water,
Charles Mingus,
Quadrant,
Half Japanese,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Starr,
Bang On A Can,
The Star Department,
Leonard Cohen,
Angry Samoans,
The J.B.'s,
The Divine Comedy,
Amazonics,
Grey Daturas,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
K-Klass,
Iggy Pop,
JFA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tres Demented,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.