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 Ireland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Maleditus Sound to the jazz 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Lucky Dragons,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Zeros,
Tom Boy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pierre Henry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Porter Ricks,
Organ,
Swell Maps,
Symarip,
Tears for Fears,
Kevin Saunderson,
June Days,
Reagan Youth,
Masters at Work,
Minutemen,
June of 44,
Smog,
Nils Olav,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Moon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jawbox,
Michelle Simonal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Wyatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABBA,
Darondo,
Underground Resistance,
The Motions,
a-ha,
The Moody Blues,
Skriet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cybotron,
The Grass Roots,
Unwound,
E-Dancer,
Camouflage,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Skatalites,
Adolescents,
Slick Rick,
Piero Umiliani,
the Human League,
Malaria!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dual Sessions,
John Holt,
Vladislav Delay,
D'Angelo,
The Martian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.