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 Switzerland 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
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 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 One Last Wish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Franke,
The Move,
ABC,
Stereo Dub,
Radiopuhelimet,
UT,
Organ,
Steve Hackett,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cheater Slicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glenn Branca,
Circle Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Wyatt,
MC5,
Bang On A Can,
Ludus,
The United States of America,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantaleimon,
Altered Images,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alton Ellis,
Maurizio,
The Fortunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quando Quango,
Main Source,
Audionom,
Todd Terry,
The Smoke,
Kenny Larkin,
Rites of Spring,
Wally Richardson,
Minutemen,
Desert Stars,
EPMD,
Dark Day,
David Axelrod,
Hoover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Selecter,
Mad Mike,
Guru Guru,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Model 500,
Connie Case,
Donald Byrd,
The Trojans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June Days,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mighty Diamonds,
PIL,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nico,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.