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 Jordan 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Radiopuhelimet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
D'Angelo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fugs,
Circle Jerks,
Brick,
Ultravox,
Barbara Tucker,
the Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Association,
Ten City,
Rites of Spring,
Peter & Gordon,
Carl Craig,
Alice Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Pierre Henry,
Dark Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rapeman,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Enemy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Livin' Joy,
Y Pants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funkadelic,
Donald Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scrapy,
Monks,
Minutemen,
Joe Smooth,
Shoche,
Black Pus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stetsasonic,
Kaleidoscope,
U.S. Maple,
Joy Division,
John Lydon,
Fluxion,
Qualms,
ABC,
Eddi Front,
Alphaville,
Albert Ayler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donny Hathaway,
the Bar-Kays,
Darondo,
Radio Birdman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.