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 Tunisia and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Ossler to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erasure,
Joe Finger,
Pylon,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jandek,
Susan Cadogan,
Fad Gadget,
Depeche Mode,
Bob Dylan,
Black Pus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
Maurizio,
Max Romeo,
The Litter,
The Martian,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Fraelich,
Blossom Toes,
Ronan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Qualms,
Infiniti,
Freddie Wadling,
Simply Red,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alison Limerick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra,
Swell Maps,
Black Flag,
Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Marine Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blues Magoos,
Desert Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Mr. Review,
Silicon Teens,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantaleimon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Patti Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hot Snakes,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacob Miller,
Chrome,
Cal Tjader,
The Evens,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.