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 Poland and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Isaac Hayes to the dance 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bob Dylan,
Eli Mardock,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Mills,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rapeman,
Blake Baxter,
Stereo Dub,
Desert Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
DNA,
The Leaves,
Erykah Badu,
The Techniques,
Andrew Hill,
Jacques Brel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skriet,
The Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Essential Logic,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Divine Comedy,
Rufus Thomas,
Cymande,
Talk Talk,
Loose Ends,
Black Moon,
Minnie Riperton,
Crime,
X-102,
T. Rex,
Wasted Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
The Five Americans,
Ohio Players,
The Busters,
Das Ding,
Duran Duran,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radio Birdman,
Suicide,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Terry,
Interpol,
Michelle Simonal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare,
Panda Bear,
The Last Poets,
Supertramp,
Eden Ahbez,
ABC,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.