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 Egypt and from London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Associates to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Kool Moe Dee,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skriet,
Dual Sessions,
MC5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liliput,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Terry,
The Angels of Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
Barrington Levy,
Pierre Henry,
Sam Rivers,
Oblivians,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nils Olav,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bluetip,
Brothers Johnson,
Infiniti,
Pussy Galore,
Magazine,
Ludus,
Wasted Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Rakim,
D'Angelo,
Essential Logic,
Cymande,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Bourne,
Livin' Joy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Foxx,
The Vogues,
Minnie Riperton,
Nas,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pop Group,
Sonic Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Morten Harket,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Popol Vuh,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Pole,
Ken Boothe,
Henry Cow,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.