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 Morocco and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arcadia to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kas Product,
Quadrant,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slackers,
Black Sheep,
Young Marble Giants,
The Skatalites,
David Axelrod,
The Cramps,
Groovy Waters,
Audionom,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Finger,
Urselle,
The Remains,
Bobby Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eddi Front,
The Birthday Party,
Little Man,
Man Parrish,
Technova,
Marvin Gaye,
Heaven 17,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barbara Tucker,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Byron Stingily,
Liliput,
Pantytec,
Soft Machine,
Minny Pops,
Hasil Adkins,
Mantronix,
Funkadelic,
Brass Construction,
Masters at Work,
Bizarre Inc.,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arthur Verocai,
Mad Mike,
Deadbeat,
Aswad,
David McCallum,
Dual Sessions,
The Gap Band,
Fluxion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camouflage,
Todd Terry,
Thee Headcoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.