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 New Zealand and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Swell Maps to the rock 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Eden Ahbez,
Kevin Saunderson,
Main Source,
Amon Düül,
Vladislav Delay,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masters at Work,
David Axelrod,
Barry Ungar,
Ronan,
The Blackbyrds,
The Martian,
Hoover,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erasure,
Gong,
Andrew Hill,
B.T. Express,
Barbara Tucker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zero Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
This Heat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Youth Brigade,
Laurel Aitken,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABC,
the Association,
Kaleidoscope,
Chrome,
Byron Stingily,
Camouflage,
Groovy Waters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Wells,
Model 500,
Hardrive,
Barrington Levy,
Rosa Yemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra,
Urselle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Motions,
Goldenarms,
Marmalade,
Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sandy B,
The Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kurtis Blow,
The Neon Judgement,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donald Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.