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 Gabon and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grime 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Kaleidoscope,
Anthony Braxton,
Moebius,
Crime,
Fatback Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Near,
Q and Not U,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sound Behaviour,
Deakin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Average White Band,
Wally Richardson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Invisible,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Durutti Column,
The Fortunes,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Lynne,
MDC,
Cluster,
New Order,
Stiv Bators,
Don Cherry,
AZ,
Public Enemy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Subhumans,
Basic Channel,
Arcadia,
Pagans,
Tom Boy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül II,
Soulsonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Make Up,
The Moleskins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül,
Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television Personalities,
Main Source,
Grey Daturas,
The Raincoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Golliwogs,
Young Marble Giants,
Camouflage,
Sight & Sound,
Newcleus,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.