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 Hungary and from New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Japan to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe 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?
Harry Pussy,
ABBA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q65,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang On A Can,
Ken Boothe,
JFA,
Talk Talk,
Yellowson,
Donny Hathaway,
Index,
Soul II Soul,
The Names,
China Crisis,
Public Enemy,
Dawn Penn,
Tears for Fears,
Organ,
Mission of Burma,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Lynne,
Parry Music,
Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Reagan Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Khruangbin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siglo XX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Sheep,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Byron Stingily,
The Slackers,
Groovy Waters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delta 5,
Funkadelic,
Ludus,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smoke,
Quantec,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rod Modell,
Chris Corsano,
David Axelrod,
Fat Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jawbox,
Accadde A,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed,
Bronski Beat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Wake,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.