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 Slovakia and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Delta 5 to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 New Christs,
10cc,
Alton Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
Audionom,
Accadde A,
Moby Grape,
Supertramp,
Wire,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Womack,
X-101,
Deakin,
Tears for Fears,
Stereo Dub,
The United States of America,
Babytalk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultravox,
Agitation Free,
Roxy Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Adolescents,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris & Cosey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
a-ha,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Dolphy,
Harry Pussy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tubeway Army,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
B.T. Express,
The Young Rascals,
Joyce Sims,
Rosa Yemen,
Animal Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bluetip,
Zapp,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Lynne,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Second Layer,
Joey Negro,
Aswad,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Certain Ratio,
Scan 7,
Jandek,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacques Brel,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.