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 Jamaica and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Association 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Joe Smooth,
Connie Case,
Rufus Thomas,
Icehouse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Outsiders,
Deakin,
Khruangbin,
Barry Ungar,
Black Flag,
Boredoms,
Ituana,
Angry Samoans,
R.M.O.,
The American Breed,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Starr,
Gang of Four,
Fluxion,
Jawbox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Banda Bassotti,
Simply Red,
KRS-One,
The Cowsills,
The Martian,
Cluster,
The Happenings,
Isaac Hayes,
Niagra,
Spandau Ballet,
Procol Harum,
The Beau Brummels,
The Wake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Litter,
the Germs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
E-Dancer,
Infiniti,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
The Knickerbockers,
the Normal,
Lindisfarne,
Deadbeat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
The Seeds,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.